A song without music

There is a metallic grinding, a portcullis closing.
Chains rattle, then a crack of shackles clamping together.
We hear the muffled screams of a woman.
Vincent Price laughter echoes in the distance.
Silence.
The flame breathes deep, as a torch is ignited.
Mumblings of aggression, the sound of an angry mob.
Shuffling feet grow quieter.
Silence.

(A deep voice speaks, shrouded in darkness.)
Incongruent morality
A duality of ideas
Blind the masses are
Their view unchanged by years

(A clock- tick, tock, tick, tock. A bell tolls twelve times.)
( An evil voice whispers, as if in your ear.)
Not gonna be a pawn, in some fuckers game.
Aspire to be King, and they will fear your name.

(A drum starts a slow beat, gaining momentum as several people chant)
Fuck your ideas of morality
Fuck your ideas, for you cannot see
Fuck your ideas of morality
Fuck your ideas, ‘cause they’re not for me
A victim of your program, but you have the choice
A slave to design, but you have your own voice

(A Doctors voice, followed by a plaintiff cry and a descending drum beat)
“This man’s brain has suffered irreparable damage. I can’t say for sure if it was the drugs or his environment, but he will not fit into the system.
He has developed a will of his own”
“NOOOooooooooo”

(Upbeat, spoken with a cocky attitude)
My mind is free, the fog has been lifted
Don’t know where I am, how long have I drifted
My role in the world, has suddenly been shifted
Independent thought, am I cursed or gifted?

A song without music

JemJefferies

Murray Bridge, Australia

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