Could words be winds of change
Are there enough souls to look
Would my letters be a river of hope
Are there enough pennies for a book
Should I get this stanza to populate
Are there enough likes to cook
May my words be a breeze at least
There are enough to care
May my thoughts become modest feast
There are enough thoughts to share
May our world have room for all
There are enough writers to glare
And stare into the internet soup
And say our words are a hurricane