I
had a dream the other night,
I�d like you to understand,
A
figure walking through the mist,
with 303 in hand.
His
clothes were torn and dirty, as he
stood there by my bed,
He
took off his slouch hat, and
speaking low he said:
We
fought at Gallipoli, and other
horrific places to secure liberty,
We
valued our Federation, as a shield
from tyranny.
For
future generations, this legacy we gave,
to
this
Australia,
the land of the free and home of the brave.
The
freedom we secured for you, we
hoped you'd always keep,
But
tyrants laboured endlessly while your parents were
asleep.
Your
freedom gone -your courage lost -you're no more than a
slave,
In
this
Australia, the land of the free and the home of the
brave.
You
buy permits for everything,
permits to own a
gun,
Permits
to start a business,
or to build a place for one.
On
land that you believe you own, you
pay a yearly rent,
Although
you have no voice in choosing how the money's
spent.
Your
children must attend a school that doesn't
educate,
Your
moral values can't be taught,
according to the state.
You
read about the current news, in a
very biased press,
You
pay a tax you do not owe, to please
the parliament.
Your
money is no longer made, of silver
or of gold,
You
trade your wealth for paper, so your life can be
controlled.
You
pay for crimes that make our Nation turn from God to shame,
You've
taken Satan's number, as you've
traded in your name.
You've
given total control, to those who
do you harm,
So
they can destroy your place of work,
and steal the family farm.
And
keep our country deep in debt, and put
good men in jail,
Harass
your fellow countryman, while
corrupted courts prevail.
Your
public servants don't uphold the solemn oath they're
sworn,
Your
daughters visit doctors so children won't be
born.
Your
leaders ship men and guns to foreign shores,
and
send your sons to slaughter, fighting
other people's wars.
Can
you regain your Freedom, for which
we fought and died?
Or
don't you have the courage, or the faith to stand with
pride?
Are
there no real values for which you'll fight to
save?
Or
do you wish your children, live in
fear and be as slaves?
Sons
and daughters of
Australia, arise
and take a stand!
Demand
a fresh constitution, as the Supreme Law of the
Land!
Preserve
our Federation, and each God-given
right!
And
pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning
bright!
As
I awoke he vanished, in the mist
from whence he came,
His
words were true, we are not free,
and we have ourselves to blame.
For
even now as tyrants trample on each God-given
right,
We
only watch and tremble -- too afraid to stand and
fight.
If
this Aussie stood by your bedside,
in a dream while you're asleep,
And
wondered, what remained of your
rights, he fought to
keep.
What
would your answer be, if he
called you from the grave?
asking, is this still the land of the free and
home of the brave?
Lest
we forget. Joe Bryant
