By Noel Ihebuzor
Truth is twisted, lies fall in to assorted lines, by hook and crook, mimicking straight lines, tangled lines tangle lives, tangled lives tangle minds, in vain we seek to untwist a tangled wreck,
the broom, overrun by yesteryear’s cobwebs has lost its power to sweep,
only witches and wild wizards, unable to find rest or sleep now hop around, crossing carpets to and fro, hopeless and hapless on its jagged ends!
Reflections 