If a meteor should rend our spinning earth 

In twain, there is no ground for belief

That the act was done to stop all human birth

Or if a tornado gathers all its force

To uproot all houses, all children, without relief

No one dare claim a purposeful course.

What then of a contagion spread 

With untold numbers of sick and dead?

Is there a benefit in seeking blame

Unless an act of horrific shame?

A virus, though a deadly thing,

Has no thought of the harm it brings—

A virus knows no one’s name.