By
Noel Ihebuzor
We came to the chattering room.
we asked questions.
flashes and smiles flashed
their Switches timed to perfection
and the question not asked
spoke of us the loudest!
That unasked question
spoke, in silence so salient, strident
shattering the chattering dribble
of hollow voices of hollowed men
revealing their charter, their complicity
with a principal with no principle.
Reflections 