When the world runs out of wrongs
I’ll be writing no more songs
But for now
I say wow
Business is very good
I’ll keep writing little songs
‘Til there’s peace in battle zones
‘Til congress notes
The change with votes
Until then I must conclude
When a child’s peaceful at night
When love’s a symbol not might
No hunger
No danger
Until then I’ll just be rude
I’ll keep writing little songs
Loud enough to rattle bones
To spit it out
In one big shout
Until then I must conclude
When folks die of poverty
The wrong ideology
Jealousy
Notoriety
Until then I’ll just be crude
I’ll keep writing little songs
Its my way to battle wrongs
To spit it out
In one big shout
Spit it out
One big shout
Spit it out
One big shout
Spit it out
About the Creator
Charles Turner
My work is based on who I am now and have been in the past. It is based on a lifetime of reading. Autobiography, standard fiction, sci/fi, fantasy, westerns. I plan to put together a collection of short stories to publish via Amazon.
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