Lament for the British

Hasn’t a person got hands?
Hasn’t a person got a brain?
We are all creative creatures,
Everyone can do something.
Yet hands that could be making
Reach for cans.
Brains that could be conceiving
Dully soak up bescreened irrelevance.
So much typing, no-one talking.
Souls turning inward,
Less faces to wonder at the world
To make it better.