Helping Hands Poem by Martha Diane Wilhelm

Helping Hands



Hate poisons the mind,
Burns the souls and
Bleeds the heart. Lies create disgust,
Hinder trust and
Destroy lives. Truth is the doctor
of amorous invention,
The antidote, the healer and
The builder of hope. Embellish the good
Erase the bad and
Mend the sorrows. Mankind awaits your
helping hands.

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Martha Diane Wilhelm

Martha Diane Wilhelm

Indianapolis, IN, USA
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