war has been dethroned

militance has lost the war,

the fires sees,

the bombs, corpses of defeat

and the sun shines,

the sky begins to smile

and the awakening of a new dawn

and the sanguine

departure of

the dusk of blood,

no more guns,

no more tanks

tears stops,

and history seizes to sob

Enemies become friends,

hearts, softening in the freedom

of grudge

and the rebellion of innocence,

shake hands,

forget differences,

and destroy hate

and now development rises

in the new era,

the monarchy of unity,

the new king that rules

in utmost serene silence,

humility is the linguist

and fortitude is the prodigal

that returns home,

resistance, the old dog

that use to bark

has been sappored by harmony,

never again destined to rule,

but be extinct,

as the shadows of the past,

and friends, family,

relatives, holding hands

raise their hands to the sky

laughing like redemption,

because salvation has come to stay.

                                                By Kakraba Afful