History doesn't repeat but it rhymes...
"Throwing stones at the embassy,
policeman come and arrested me,
Paper at the university,
said I was a hero,
And the wise old judge that I went before,
wouldn′t believe what I did it for,
Said this is no way to stop the war,
But, how the hell would he know?
...Over the hills and far away,
I'm gonna understand one day,
What the other half believe in,
if it′s real or just deceiving,
So until I find that day,
I′ll go along my way,
And I'll look back on my life and I′ll know I lived it right..."
(I find the song bolsters me. YMMV.) 😉