In the heart of Nkwanta South, where rivers flow and dreams take flight,
A shadow looms, and conflict brews, turning day into night.
Adele, Akyode, Challa, and the faithful Muslim kin,
Once united in harmony, now caught in a whirlwind of sin.
Whispers of discord echo through the streets,
As schools close their doors, where laughter once greets.
Children’s dreams are stifled, their futures on hold,
In the silence of classrooms, stories remain untold.
Workers pack their bags, leaving homes behind,
In search of safety—a peace they hope to find.
Residents flee the turmoil, their hearts heavy with dread,
As the fabric of community unravels, thread by thread.
Businesses crumble, once vibrant and bright,
Now shadows of struggle, lost in the fight.
Markets once bustling, now eerily still,
The pulse of the economy—a distant thrill.
Curfews imposed, the night cloaked in fear,
A once lively town now whispers, “Stay clear.”
The laughter of children, the chatter of friends,
Replaced by the silence that conflict extends.
Yet amid despair, hope flickers like a flame,
For unity can rise, and peace be reclaimed.
Adele, Akyode, Challa, and all who reside,
Must come together and let love be their guide.
In the heart of Nkwanta South, let healing begin,
For the strength of a community lies deep within.
Through understanding and dialogue, let bridges be built,
To mend the wounds of conflict and restore what was spilt.
In this poetic reflection, may we find a way,
To turn the tide of conflict and embrace a new day.
For in unity lies strength, and in peace, we shall thrive—
Together, hand in hand, let Nkwanta South revive.
