Music – Whitlam’s Hand

In 1972 EG Whitlam became Prime Minister and promptly started changing the laws to create an Australian Republic. He nullified the Commonwealth of Australia Constitution Act 1900 by changing the Royal Oath from Queen of the Commonwealth to Queen of Australia instead. All this, and more, was done in secrecy.

Only we the people have the power to amend our constitution by voting in a Referendum, as required by the Constitution. Whitlam committed High Treason, and every Prime Minister since then. They have slowly tightened their grip on every facet of our lives; they have imposed a tyranny worse than the convict days of our country. Fraud vitiates everything. Whitlam did not have the consent of the People. Any contract enacted in fraud is null and void. Everything that has followed is fraudulent too. We do not have a contract with the current government; no law.

This song is about the stealthy theft of our country, our rights, and our future as a result of Whitlam’s Silent Coup. For more information about this, CLICK HERE

Whitlam’s Hand

Once there was a land so free, bound by strength and unity,
A Fabian dream, a crafted scheme, behind the veil of what it seemed,
But shadows loomed where truth should shine, in nineteen seventy-three.
A queen was forged, but not of blood, her crown a paper flood.

Oh, Whitlam’s hand, what did it do?
A corporate mask for me and you,
Our nation sold, our truth betrayed,
A sovereign dream left to decay.

This land belongs to the brave,
It belongs to the free,
And we the people will claim our sovereignty.

He sold us out, far from home,
a corporate ghost, a hollow throne,
The law of men, not of the land,
drew lines upon the sovereign sand.

Republic dreams, they turned to ash,
as Whitlam’s plans began to clash,
With people’s hearts, the will to stand,
united, hand in hand.

Oh, Whitlam’s hand, what did it do?
A corporate mask for me and you,
Our nation sold, our truth betrayed,
A sovereign dream left to decay.

No queen of ours, no false decree,
No chains of lies will shackle me.
This land belongs to the brave, the free,
And we’ll reclaim our sovereignty.

Let the parties hear our roar,
We the people keep the score.
No foreign crown, no paper throne,
Australia’s soul is our own.

No queen of ours, no false decree,
No chains of lies will shackle me.
This land belongs to the brave, the free,
And we’ll reclaim our sovereignty.

Whitlam’s legacy won’t define,
This land of ours, this land divine.
The truth will rise, the people sing,
Australia’s voice, forever king.