Mankind has built hands
Of silicon and copper
Of myriad ones and zeroes
That reach across the world.
Hands serve and entertain us.
They beckon to temptation,
Applaud, or point in scorn.
Hands clasp in trust and friendship,
Build and hone tools together,
And even mend a patient's life.
As we reach across the world,
Do we lift our fellows up?
They still count on our hearts of flesh
To show compassion
With these hands mankind has built.
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