Save your missiles and your bombs,

Submarines and cruisers;

Next to a virus these heavyweights

Are lumbering losers.

 

The world will not end with war,

However fancy our arsenal;

Something invisible like a corona

Will be a surer route to hell.

 

The other virus is of hate,

Of  equal puissance;

Between hate and corona,

Our arsenals have little chance.

 

God makes our nemesis tinier

And untraceable by us,

The more we wallow in control

Of  a truant universe.

 

Then there are the shoals of ice

That melt into our pretty lawn;

Science that serves our greed foremost

Is not science but armageddon.

 

For every hassle we address,

We generate a dozen more;

Thus profit makes its callous round

From obliging door to obliging door.

---