Humanity Part 1: Destructive Mind and Acts · Oppression & Depression

The Man Child…Still

Commemorating Mental Health Awareness day (10/10/2018) a poem (inspired by the image below)

The Man Child …Still

1260F993-B18F-44F0-A6EB-39E2A8DBA378.jpegThe contours around 

his eyes are cracked 

with smile tracks.

They hide internal

frowns, a well-worn 


Speaking to please,

he engages in many a 

tiresome task for 

accolades and praise. 

Still, his inner man

hears the voices of dread,

feels dad’s hands hitting 

his head. He wants to run, 

but no where is there to hide.

So he fakes strength 

and a life of fun.

Anything goes for

ecstasy and mirth.

Still, his inner child

dreads the break of day 

sits cross-legged, 

head buried as in sand,

wishing he would die or be

blown away.


©️20-Oct.2018 DENyamekys

Humanity Part 1: Destructive Mind and Acts · Oppression & Depression

The Cracked Mirror

 Her name was worthy.

She lived on abundance street, things were plentiful so was her guilt towards those with little, it was so pitiful.

With the best education in her quiver, knowledge as power was not great for it led to self debasing and the sinkhole of depression.

Showers of expressive love felt like pins and needles bruising her body as she decoded massive hate was at the pinnacle.

Words of kindness were like darts hitting her heart as she defined the glare of their eyes as cold and calculating.

Sought after by many who saw her as wise, she obliged, though hated the popular ride, so at times she would feign sickness and hide.

She rolled her eyes when her name “Worthy” was praised, crying out “why me and not them!”

Her inner self she deemed unworthy to be trapped in a life where she always felt guilty.

Escape she finally did in the  cracked mirror of her destiny to create for herself a reality in that place of her preferred identity. 

©️16-June2018 DEN -The Witness

Humanity Part 1: Destructive Mind and Acts

Domestic Death Trap


Domestic violence is the worst thing that can happen to anyone in their home. If not anywhere else, a home is where people are supposed to feel the most secure and unafraid. Domestic violence strips one of their basic human dignity and worth. Under a great magnitude of oppression, victims can only sink further into the abyss of depression with no way of escape.

Be a voice among others to speak out and campaign against domestic violence!

Many victims as this one in the poem “Domestic Death Trap” live in denial, accept and make excuses while suffering so that they empower the abuser…

If your voice could help the cause, campaign or even be heard by one or more victims, whether they are male or female and cause them to leave their demeaning and violent domestic environment you would have done a great service to humanity.

Domestic Death Trap

Slapped once, reassured of his love.
She stayed.

He broke her ribs twice. “I fell down the stairs” she said.
For him she always lied.

Pushed so hard against the door, the wood cracked. He begged for forgiveness.
She stayed.

Who told her of her worth, that she needed to leave to live?
Her true friends tried.

“His unfounded jealousy, blind rage were due to stress” she said.
Her excuses for him dismayed.

The police found her dead body in a forest, battered and bruised.
With no evidence nor history of violence, he was free.
So another victim he tried.
While in a grave his wife laid.
©22-03-2018 DEN-The Witness

Humanity Part 1: Destructive Mind and Acts

Gang life, not a life!

Gang life, not a life but a distraction,
a bonding of vision borne out of anger,
a uniting of mission unto danger.

Don’t wanna feel a reck!

Opposing society is the gang
man, sees his ego,
it’s downsizing.

Don’t wanna be kept in check!

Inflating as somebody,
while society deflates
him, a nobody.

Don’t care about a pay cheque!

Walking in step with the
corrupt, in unison
they trek to no man’s land.

Absolutely must gain respect!

Distracting, gang land
trophies to amass than
retract, a worm in the hood.

Gang life, composing a future
jail bird’s song.

Gang life, weaving a eulogy
to come.

Gang life…not a life !

©Mar2018DEN-The Witness

Humanity Part 1: Destructive Mind and Acts

Life is a Sea of Faults

Living in a vast world yet knowing
so little, they two in one, so alike yet so
different, eating and loving in their dark
enclosure, not knowing that they were
being watched by an intruder.
Who unseen but knowing so much.

Now they are drowning victims of
mass destruction. In the hot sea they wail.
The people are at their death.
The green flag of the intruder gaily
waves as if to say “I told you it would happen”

It is too late my friends,
the rich word of “peace” has sunken.
The ball of destruction you created
has exploded.

Who is the mysterious intruder?
Is he one from above?
From there where joy abounds,
where there is peace unknown to
here down under?

©1984 Deborah E. Nyamekye

Humanity Part 1: Destructive Mind and Acts

A Circus in the Dead of the Night


The world is a circus in the dead of night with bestial ways abounding
as men display their skills and talents to an audience preferring the vile and dangerous feats in life’s parade.

The hypocrite and deceiver is the masked mocker, the clown who
manipulates and seduces the crowd for loud laughs and reverence, but strikes when one’s guard is down.

The broken and maimed form a continuous procession along the streets as on a carousel.
A people whose fate is for the gain of the owner of keys to their chains.

Fearful and oppressed nerves jitter as on a roller coaster.
Confused and worried minds dizzy in thought as on a merry go round.

Well suited masses are a shadow of their true selves, each a reflection of someone else.
The living dead, consumed with self are performers in the concert of life. As circus artists in camouflage they dance the jive of death to the tune of funeral criers and church bell chimes.

The world is a circus in crises in the dead of night, will it welcome broad day light and the appearance of the healer, a true giver of life?

©2016 Deborah E.Nyamekye

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Can You Imagine?


This poem was inspired by the sight (on the News) of the 5 year old boy Omran covered in mud and blood seated in an ambulance after being rescued from a building that exploded due to an airstrike in war torn Aleppo, Syria.


Can you imagine?
Life in a place of devastation,
bombs flying hither and tither.
Your emotions shattered to smithereens,
as the buildings and lives around
you and knocked down trees.

Can you imagine?
Whole families disappearing
’cause of bombing and the
hurling of grenades,
either by death or fleeing homes
in areas declared eery war zones.

Can you imagine?
Babes, new born and as young
as five covered in mud,
blood and the wrappings of death,
either for burial or to live as zombies, along walking dead paths.

Can you imagine?
Adults wailing, children
screaming, dogs whimpering.
The earth shaking at the
weight of multitudes fleeing.
The sounds of glass shattering
and buildings exploding.
The sight of bodies assaulted
and raped lying lifeless on
concrete spattered streets.

Can you imagine?
The silence of a ghost town
that once was filled with
laughter ’cause of the circus clown,
and people striding at ease
along its well paved streets.
With children playing and
lovers strolling.

Can you imagine?
Some can only imagine,
what is another’s reality;
A reality of life torn to shreds
trampled underfoot and
devastated by war and threats.

I can only imagine.

©2016 Deborah E. Nyamekye

Humanity Part 1: Destructive Mind and Acts

Deadliest of Weapons



Man’s eyes gaze in twilight
Oblivious to war.

War which aids in human squander.
Hands mould contraptions for man’s departure.

A deceptive cloud forms over the horizon.
It rains in the heart of the innocent as thunder becomes the
stuttering of guns and lightening the rapid release of fire.

Finally the storm will unite destructive forces and even
peacemakers will suffer. Many from past storms will weep
and blame not the hands or machines but the deadliest of weapons

©1985 Deborah E. Nyamekye

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Creatures of interest, erect endoskeletons gracing above all other specimen of life.
Sharp minds quick to note what is and might be.

They concoct schemes and advance in their never ending ways.
In their mind’s eye, inner most thoughts and schemes
they convince themselves “we are rulers of the world”.
Murderers hidden behind the blinds. Destroying each other in
futile wars to feed political ideologies and inflated egos.

Race conflicts yield division and hatred. A type of man thinking
he is superior to another. Leaders in hypocritical undertones
sinking the fellow man because of his race and creed until he drowns.

There is the blatant among them, telling you, you are worthless.
Revealing he is heartless, as he stamps on your dignity in earnest
to feed his dying ego. Then there is he who will lift you when you fall,
he is your lifeline an understanding soul mate in a fallen world.

©1987 Deborah E. Nyamekye