Lest We Forget – But Never Again Should We Yield

They marched through mud and fear, beneath a foreign sky, For love of home, of kin, of truth that does not lie. Their blood bought speech, belief, and the dignity to stand! Yet now, soft hands in offices undo what they once manned. Freedom was their covenant and compliance, now our chains.                                                Their silence cries for courage to make us free again.

We build no tyrant’s altar, we raise no coward’s shrine, But bow to laws that change with every weakling’s line. Where robes conceal ambition and bureaucrats disguise Their lust for quiet power beneath benevolent lies. The brave once died for liberty, yet we trade it now for ease.                                                   Their ghosts look down in judgment, unappeased.

The young they sought to save now live within deceit, Taught to fear their neighbour more than those who cheat. The screen commands obedience, the ledger holds their soul, And “safety” is the watchword that swallows a human whole. Our children see the truth, yet we silence what they know.                                                   They’ll curse our cowardice before they bow so low.

No enemy abroad could steal what we let fall, It took our own submission to dismantle freedom’s wall. The ghosts of Anzac weep as files replace the cross, Their valour turned to memory, their sacrifice to loss. A digital chain awaits, signed by trembling hands.                                           

And every click surrenders what their blood demands.

Yet gratitude remains, inside a torch that will not fade, For those who fought and died that tyrants might be stayed. Let this day remind us, that freedom has a cost. Not just in blood once given, but the courage now we’ve lost. Rise, Australians, rise up and let them hear, lest remembrance be in vain.                    

Stand once more for honour, and break the hidden chains. On this day, By Sam