A Poem: For friends in hard places

Turning a blind eye
This happened 

Still turning blind eyes
Aren’t we all
Short to tall

Still we don’t see that
Those nearest the equator 
Have the most brain waves of us all

Cerebrally speaking
They are on fire

Crossed-wires
In cross-fire
Imagine that, do

Epilepsy
Ask why
Ask WHO

TeleEEG-ers 
Save lives
#35 million to go

Illustration by Eli, 14 years old,
Also the median patient age @TeleEEG
Poem by her Mother.

Epilepsy sits patiently in the equatorial waiting room of world health and has since 4000 BC.  

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