Snap!
If I could snap my fingers—snap!—
No hunger, thirst, no empty lap.
No child would weep from aching pain,
No harvests lost to drought or rain.
If I could snap my fingers—snap!—
The cannons mute, the war maps scrap.
No soldier marching off to fight,
No widowed tears in mournful night.
If I could snap my fingers—snap!—
No walls to build, no souls to trap.
No hate to twist the human heart,
No fences keeping love apart.
If I could snap my fingers—snap!—
No sickness stealing life’s full tap.
No fading minds, no bodies frail,
No fear to make our spirits pale.
If I could snap my fingers—snap!—
No greed to cause the markets’ gap.
No tyrants grasping power tight,
No poor left pleading for their right.
If I could snap my fingers—snap!—
Each voice would sing, each hand would clap.
Each heart would shine with boundless grace,
Each soul would find its rightful place.
But I am flesh, and time runs fast,
No power to change the future past.
Yet though I lack that fateful snap,
With hands, with heart, I’ll bridge the gap.
For change begins in steps, not sound,
Not lightning strikes, but steadfast ground.
And though my fingers cannot bend
The world itself, I can extend
A hand, a word, a steadfast will,
To shape a world more hopeful still.
If I could snap my fingers—snap!—
No soul would break, no dream would snap.
The lost would find, the torn would heal,
And kindness bloom in hearts of steel.
No fear, no hate, no cruel divide,
No wounded pride, no love denied.
A world where hope is not in vain,
Where joy outshines the deepest pain.
And if my wish could shape the world,
With just a sound so small, so simple,
Then peace would reign, and hate would fade—
And love would be inevitable.