The Day That Nothing Happens, I Will Celebrate

My bleeding ears; and heart; does pray

for such a golden silence,

a much needed restful day,

thus, do not blare those sirens,

as despots will be sleeping,

the guns will not impale,

all families won’t be weeping

hence; cruel system, will not hail,

there will be no profit

yet; there will be no loss,

thus, quietened is such “prophet”,

whose words; belong in moss,

for twenty four good hours,

no lanyard nooses; choke,

stall all those poison powers;

dictating our dark joke,

hyper-act, just lock that fact,

cell doors, won’t be open,

every foe, will make a pact,

to make a sin unbroken,

even pigeons; will stay their flaps,

market place be empty,

and there won’t be thunder claps,

so, quietness is plenty,

giving time to reflect,

on what we can improve,

organic thought, and tech neglect,

could write a better groove -

but, just sit and be; that day,

no action, means no hate,

the day that nothing happens, hey –

I will celebrate!