Another poem

This one is for all the people who, in the wake of the terrible disaster that has just struck Japan, babble the usual nonsense about how the ways of the lord are mysterious, or how nature is bountiful and kind, or how humanity needs to learn to scale down its hubris, or how this is god's punishment for Japanese war crimes, or how this is mother nature's punishment for our mistreatment of the environment, or how this is all because blah blah blah whatever. Here's an excerpt from Voltaire's Poem on the Lisbon Disaster:

UNHAPPY mortals! Dark and mourning earth!

Affrighted gathering of human kind!

Eternal lingering of useless pain!

Come, ye philosophers, who cry, "All’s well,"

And contemplate this ruin of a world.

Behold these shreds and cinders of your race,

This child and mother heaped in common wreck,

These scattered limbs beneath the marble shafts—

A hundred thousand whom the earth devours,

Who, torn and bloody, palpitating yet,

Entombed beneath their hospitable roofs,

In racking torment end their stricken lives.

To those expiring murmurs of distress,

To that appalling spectacle of woe,

Will ye reply: "You do but illustrate

The Iron laws that chain the will of God"?

Say ye, o’er that yet quivering mass of flesh:

"God is avenged: the wage of sin is death"?

What crime, what sin, had those young hearts conceived

That lie, bleeding and torn, on mother’s breast?

Did fallen Lisbon deeper drink of vice

Than London, Paris, or sunlit Madrid?

In these men dance; at Lisbon yawns the abyss.

Tranquil spectators of your brothers’ wreck,

Unmoved by this repellent dance of death,

Who calmly seek the reason of such storms,

Let them but lash your own security;

Your tears will mingle freely with the flood.