Through My Fathers Eyes

Through My Father’s Eyes
Lyrics James Jones
A WWII veteran’s poetic reflection on freedom, family, and Australia’s future, spoken from the grave. Lyrics and themes below. Share your thoughts in the comments! (Timestamps provided)
Verse 1 (0:00):
I fought in the war, the second great strife,
Left blood on the fields for freedom, for life.
Built a home in the West, where the eucalyptus sways,
Now I watch from the grave, through these darkening days.
Explanation: WWII veteran who settled in Australia reflects on his sacrifices, proud of his new home but troubled by the West’s modern struggles, tied to the eucalyptus landscape.

Verse 2 (0:45):
The government’s grip, once trusted, now frays,
COVID unveiled their lies, their censoring ways.
On socialism, on wars, on climate they scheme,
Silencing voices that shatter their dream.
Yet the West’s heart still beats, defiant, awake,
Seeing through falsehoods, for truth’s sacred sake.
Explanation: Disillusioned by government deceit post-COVID, the veteran critiques controlling agendas. The West resists, awakening to truth with defiance.

Verse 3 (1:30):
Globalist shadows, unelected, unseen,
UN and WHO weave a web so obscene.
With NGOs pulling the strings of the state,
They erode our old bonds, sow discord and hate.
The West, my new home, they seek to unwind,
Its spirit, its soul, they aim to confine.
Explanation: Globalist forces threaten Australia’s cultural ties, undermining the West’s spirit. The veteran urges awareness of these hidden influences.

Verse 4 (2:15):
A flood of new faces, not chance but design,
To fracture the roots of this country of mine.
A psyop, relentless, wears minds to the bone,
Yet the West knows what’s right, though weary, alone.
The climate’s a tale, spun to bind and control,
But my children see through it, their spirits still whole.
Explanation: Immigration and climate narratives aim to destabilise Australia. The veteran’s hopeful children see through manipulative schemes.

Verse 5 (3:00):
The family I fought for, they target with zeal,
Children in schools where they’re taught not to feel.
Laws tried to steal them, to claim what was ours,
But the West held its ground, with ancestral powers.
Faith and the hearth, they’re worth more than gold,
Guarding the stories our fathers once told.
Explanation: Family values, vital to the veteran, are eroded by schools and laws. The West’s ancestral strength protects Australia’s heritage.

Verse 6 (3:45):
Free speech is fading, a ghost in the air,
Jailed for a post, while crime walks with flair.
Tokens that vanish, IDs in their sight,
Cameras and credits to smother the light.
The West’s own are slighted, pushed back in the queue,
To spark a revolt that their reforms will subdue.
Explanation: A former journalist, the veteran mourns fading free speech and rising surveillance, threatening Australia’s freedoms and fueling unrest.

Verse 7 (4:30):
No longer we grow, no longer we make,
Dependent on poison they pile on our plate.
GMOs, chemicals, a factory’s cruel jest,
They’ve shackled the hands that once built the West.
I toiled for this land, yet its people now lean,
On systems that bind them to rulers unseen.
Explanation: The West’s self-sufficiency is lost to harmful food systems, betraying the veteran’s efforts for an independent Australia.

Verse 8 (5:15):
A revolution they plan, timed for the fall,
A generation too soft to answer the call.
I saw revolutions, French blood, Bolshevik lies,
Not people’s but power’s, in populist disguise.
From my grave, I urge you, don’t fight with your hands,
Strike silent, stand firm, on this sun-kissed land.
The West’s debt balloons, its currency weak,
But it’s people see truth, and it’s freedom they seek.
Explanation: A revolution planned by globalist governments threatens the West.
The veteran urges silent defiance in Australia, trusting its people to seek freedom.