BURY THE DEAD, TREAT THE SICK AND RIDE TO THE SOUND OF THE CANNONS

Blame these dirges insensitive, the roar see not beyond
Tears of sorrow consolers, cashing in a life coupon
The cards were dealt, the game was on, last hand seal the fate
Called the bet laid down the cards, two black aces and black eights 
 
Grantor of expectations, the invisible hand decides
With a gain-of-function benefit, who will smile or cry
One thing or the other that puts us in the ground
Give respect, bury the dead and move beyond the mound
 
Treat the sick and move them quick, from those that unwittingly gave
The holes been dug, the dirt’s been spread, hallow is the grave
It’s time for us to appeal what needs to timely heal
The people’s convalescent days is what we all should feel
 
Hospital gowns, and ventilators, beds and body count 
Replaced by discharge orders, the family’s paramount
Follow up is frequent, the toll to be decided
Best of all, those not fall, will share the life beside us 
 
When it’s time negate happy talk, look back at what has happened
Doctor calls and midnight falls, replaced by gumshoe captains
The job’s to face what laid to waste, prosperity that was made
Was it accidental in a Chinese kennel, that tossed the cursed grenade
 
Or are we to believe what we just seen, bats and a bowl of soup
A dinner planned, beyond Wuhan, cause a calamitous counter coup
The market wet with all its pets, kill more than Oppenheimer
Or is it so as the theory grows, another chance to harm her
 
Let me say, another way, how to tackle our success
Unleash a foe, a hammers blow, put our commerce in duress 
Has what we seen, tough to glean, way beyond the pale
An act of war from a Chinese whore, setting off a global gale 
“Ride to the sound of the cannons”