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Donovan Turnquest Poem
Put down the guns, lay down the knives
We are losing too many of our young lives,
The violence that you’re watching on TV
That is what’s happening, it’s our reality.
The death count’s rising, what are we going to do?
The Police need your help if they are to help you;
Are we going to wait until it comes to our door?
Or are we going to stand up and say “no more!”
We’re living like prisoners locked behind bars
A false sense of security as we run to our cars,
This is not the way for our people to live
Something must be done, something’s got to give.
All day long a mother sits and moans
Another senseless killing hits too close to home,
Johnny’s in school you’d think he would be safe
But this too has become just another violent place.
Our justice system has failed us once again
A murderer is on the street, a family’s in pain,
Another clever lawyer has earned his pay day
The children are now afraid to go out and play.
We run the risk of losing an entire generation
While damning the future of this great nation,
We must all be ready to stand up and fight
Because what is happening is just not right.
© 2016 Donovan T. Turnquest
Copyright © Donovan Turnquest | Year Posted 2016
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Donovan Turnquest Poem
I am sitting in my cell staring at the walls
Wondering why I didn’t see the pitfalls,
My Mama always told me; “my son beware”
When I close my eyes her words I still hear.
I thought I was the king, sitting on the blocks
I got much respect as I sold my rocks,
Had money in my pocket and clothes to wear
I never thought I would end up sitting in here.
The girls, I used to have them by the score
Now that I’m here I don’t see them anymore,
While the paper flowed they got their share
Now I realize they didn’t really, really care.
The boys in the hood they’re still living large
I took the fall and I alone faced the charge,
My time’s soon up, to that life I won’t return
It is tough in here, my lesson I have learned.
I’m treated like an animal locked in a cage
Inside of me is an uncontrollable rage,
The things I did I know they were wrong
I think of you Mama and I become strong.
The heat is unbearable, the nights are cold
Prison is no place for a man to grow old,
All around me I see misery and strife
Being locked up in here is a waste of my life.
I am counting the days until I am set free
I have no friends, there is only me,
I rise at dawn and I work until night
When I get out I will live my life right.
I miss you, Mama, and that’s the worst part
I know that I must have broken your heart,
All I can do now is sit and wait
Until I can walk through freedom’s gate.
© 2016 Donovan T. Turnquest
Copyright © Donovan Turnquest | Year Posted 2016
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Donovan Turnquest Poem
Give me a call, Dad, just pick up the phone
Give me a call, Dad, I’m so all alone;
Mom’s trying hard she’s doing her best
We need your help, Dad, we’re living on less.
Mom said she loved you, she loved you a lot
But you soon left after you got what you got;
Well I’m here, Dad, and I am looking like you
Help us out, Dad, just do what you can do.
I wish you were here, Dad, to take me to the park
To keep us safe when the days go dark;
We need your help, Dad, things are getting real bad
The rent man came and took all that Mom had.
I’m getting older, Dad, my birthdays come and go
Sometimes I wonder if the date you even know;
Surprise me, Dad, don’t allow me to fall
Make me believe I wasn’t just a booty call.
My friend at school, he raves about his Dad
I listen to him and it kind of makes me sad;
I need you here, Dad, to teach me all you can
About the things I need to do to make me a man.
I am graduating, Dad, and I wish you were here
Mom’s real proud, I saw her shed a tear;
You’d be proud, Dad, of the things I’ve done
It should have been two but I just had one.
Dad, I am all grown up but I am still missing you
I promised my son what you did I wouldn’t do;
He’ll have the life that I wish that I had
I’m going to be there; I am going to be his Dad.
© 2016 Donovan T. Turnquest
Copyright © Donovan Turnquest | Year Posted 2016
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