Although we are ill our bodies are ignored
The natural rhythms of life are dead and gone
We are mere machines,our hearts are sore.
No humans here theyve vanished everyone.
All is rational,technical and quick.
See the penicillin as it drips
See the patients lying with dry lips
There is no Dover beach,the world is sick
Every kind of sea will rise and fall
The. circulating blood has brhythmic flow
When rhythm has gone mechanics will appall.
The Nazi politicians flush and glow.
Cut your finger, see the red blood gleam.
Ask yourself, where is the living stream
How my heart sings 