A Human Hand
What about the human hand
Is hard for you to get?
It’s where all human art began,
That’s something you can bet.
In caves upon a smooth rock wall
With painted palms, we drew;
This human soul lives in us all,
And this all artists knew.
This artificial they’ve made
Can never understand;
All the AI’s would I trade
For a well-drawn human hand.
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