Half a world away, our boys were fighting and dying in a war.
So, we tried to stop the war.
We went out into the streets and protested the war.
We made banners and signs and chanted and blocked the recruiting centers and broke into the bases.
So, they killed our heroes.
They killed MLK. They killed RFK.
We escaped into our music.
Where they couldn’t kill us.
Even if they sent us to the war, we could bring our music with us.
When we went home, alive or dead, the music came back.
And through it, we live on.