In the windy city in '68, where the streets ran hot with rage, The people gathered, hearts ablaze, on history’s burning stage. Protests rose against the war, against the leaders' bloody schemes, As leaders fell, the nation wept, and shattered were its dreams. King was silenced, Bobby fell, The nation caught 'twixt heaven and hell, With Humphrey’s nod and Muskie’s frown, The people's hope was beaten down. Marchers marched for freedom, against the war’s cruel strife, For a world of justice, for a chance at a different life, Raging police rioted, their batons raised high, Protesters’ cries were met with tear gas in their eyes. Amidst tear gas clouds and broken bones, the people took a stand. Young and old, they marched as one, for peace at home and in foreign lands. Nixon’s shadow loomed so large, Agnew’s voice stoked fear, The leaders paved a darker way, as injustice loomed near. The past and present intertwine, in every protest, every sign, In ’68 or ’24, we march for peace and nothing more. From Vietnam’s fields to Gaza’s cries, the fight for peace never dies. In the windy city, the winds still blow, carrying the hopes from long ago, From ’68 to the present day, we stand for peace, come what may.
Note: I requested the AI to generate music for a folk rock protest song. I did not ask for Joni Mitchell's voice.
See also Requiem for Victims of U.S. Wars,
No More Blood For Their Endless War: an antiwar folk song made with AI,
Machinery of Death (death metal song),
Lesser-of-Two-Evils Blues,
Endless War Blues,
and Love Song by the U.S. Military Gospel Choir.