Spare a tear for millions of poor people around the world. They will no longer have good jobs, good health, or long life.
Weep for the poor, the sick, and the old in our own societies. Their hopes, dignity, and pensions are gone.
Light a candle for the workers in hotels, bars, tourist resorts, airlines, and elsewhere. Their jobs are gone.
Cry for the lonely whom we have just created and abandoned. They now face fines and ridicule for seeking human connection.
Feel one with the athletes and their helpers. Their dreams are destroyed.
Say sorry to the billions we didn’t have the courage to protect from our fears.
Ask forgiveness of freedom, privacy, and joy. We orphaned them.
Forgive the doom-sayers, the bullies, and the health advisers. They know not what they have done.