BodyMindSoul

Gifted children waving streamers,
Made of tissue, made of bends,
To celebrate the waking dreamers,
Slow reunion with friends.
Somewhere else a clock is ticking,
Counting seconds left to live,
Somewhere else a mind is wishing,
For a final change to give.
As you sit and read and write,
As you think your neighbour fit,
As thousands die and hide and fight,
You just couldn't give a shit.