I was listening to the radio today
music was blaring its independence
I had finished having a bath and felt fresher
less tired and eager to listen

I put the kettle on and turned the sound up
it was the Verve, not a bad tune I say
it had escaped me, what the day was today

it might of escaped you as you yourselves
went on your merry ways to pursuing yourselves
and all ourselves do collectively pursue for the selves

you see I enjoy noise, the sound of energy crashing
thrashing out intensity with liberated an obnoxiousness
and Drum and Bass, well I'm addicted to it

Verve's music had finished ended and then the news began
the voice on the radio mentioned the date then a silence

followed.....

I turned the silence up
and listened to the crackles on the radio
for some reason I am open to really listening these days
I listened to that sound called two minutes of silence

to me, it was not silence what I had just heard
it was a different kind of noise, a noise we all prefer to ignore

I started to think about the one I love
and the pain of others
who had lost their loves
and the reality of pain
that history has tirelessly
catalogued for us all

I thought of my father
and the violence he possessed
and his relentless one dimensional
onslaught on all our family
perhaps you've had a father like that too

I thought of Slaughterhouse 5, Nagasaki, Hiroshima
and all the other killing fields
that many fathers and boys
have played on

and as the silence reigned
its awe and power
over me
with a timelessness
I began to feel a sensation, a sensation to cry

In that moment of time, my time
which is also shared with all those
who have been senselessly put to death
by man's ever increasing
lust for deconstruction
of liberation through violent means

it seems that mankind, is not kind
and is evolutionary
far far behind of what I
and hopefully many other others
consider worth being...