Whitlam’s Hand

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Whitlam’s Hand

(Verse 1)
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 crud.

(Pre-Chorus)
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.

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

(Verse 2)
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.

(Pre-Chorus)
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.

(Chorus)
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.

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

(Chorus)
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.

(Outro)
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.