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University of Iowa anti-war protests, 1970
""Iowa '70: Riot, Rhetoric, Responsibility?"" Page 38
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PEACE SONG Sam Hamod (Dedicated to the innocent four of Kent State) Like a long rock song Come up to Iowa City Keep Kent State on your mind In your mind let the singing go on In the singing let Iowa City become Kent State And kiss the ground, kiss the grass on which you stand Keep water on your mind pray for rain Winds that will lash into afternoon with the darkness Let the winds disperse like water in wind as rain and your mind Keep your mind feeling the ground through your feet Keep the ground in your mind the ground on which you stand and keep singing Keep hearing the singing of your feeling hearing the binging of four The singing of four children who are innocent now of bullets They are not the 400,000 Vietnamese but they are here and we know them As They know us, they are not the 400,000 we do know only in distance But we know them all as they know us and only know they stand innocently Innocently they watch as they sing Singing in our mind with the wind and the rain and slow pickets in peace They are singing of peace those four I do not hear them shouting for violence We all know they are not shouting for violence. 34 Copyright 1970 by Sam Hamod [photo]
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PEACE SONG Sam Hamod (Dedicated to the innocent four of Kent State) Like a long rock song Come up to Iowa City Keep Kent State on your mind In your mind let the singing go on In the singing let Iowa City become Kent State And kiss the ground, kiss the grass on which you stand Keep water on your mind pray for rain Winds that will lash into afternoon with the darkness Let the winds disperse like water in wind as rain and your mind Keep your mind feeling the ground through your feet Keep the ground in your mind the ground on which you stand and keep singing Keep hearing the singing of your feeling hearing the binging of four The singing of four children who are innocent now of bullets They are not the 400,000 Vietnamese but they are here and we know them As They know us, they are not the 400,000 we do know only in distance But we know them all as they know us and only know they stand innocently Innocently they watch as they sing Singing in our mind with the wind and the rain and slow pickets in peace They are singing of peace those four I do not hear them shouting for violence We all know they are not shouting for violence. 34 Copyright 1970 by Sam Hamod [photo]
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