A protest song is a song that's so specific that you cannot mistake it for bullshit. - Phil Ochs

In the green fields a turnin', a baby is born His cries crease the wind and mingle with the morn An assault upon the order, the changing of the guard Chosen for a challenge that is hopelessly hard And the only single sound is the sighing of the stars But to the silence and distance they are sworn.

One good song with a message can bring a point more deeply to more people than a thousand rallies.

Show me a prison, show me a jail Show me a pris'ner whose face has grown pale And I'll show you a young man With many reasons why There but for fortune, go you or I.