In a town once vibrant in Nkwanta South,
where laughter rang clear from north to mouth.
Adele, Akyode, and Challa stood near,
with dreams intertwined, their hopes sincere.
They danced in the light, embraced by the sun,
but shadows crept in—peace came undone.
The fight we lost, a battle of pride,
killing each other, with nowhere to hide.
Families shattered, like glass on the floor,
what once was a home, now heartache galore.
The bustling streets now silent and bare,
properties ruined—a testament to despair.
Where children once played, now echoes of pain,
a legacy tarnished, love turned to stain.
Business once thrived, now a ghost of the past,
curfews imposed, as the die was cast.
The markets lay empty, the colors all fade,
in the wake of our choices, the price we have paid.
Peace, a mere whisper, a memory so slight,
as we grapple with loss in the absence of light.
Adele, Akyode, and Challa—once one,
now stand divided, their unity undone.
Yet in the ashes, a flicker remains,
a chance to rebuild, to heal from our pains.
For love knows no borders, no fences too high,
in unity’s embrace, we can reach for the sky.
So let us remember, as we mourn what we’ve lost,
the power of kindness, no matter the cost.
In the heart of our town, let compassion ignite,
and together, we’ll forge a future so bright.
