When Stephen Miller sneered at protesters in Washington, D.C.—mocking them as “elderly white hippies” who “need to go home and take a nap”—he meant to dismiss them. Instead, he gave them a spotlight.

At Union Station, chants of “Free D.C.!” and “Nazis!” echoed so loudly that Miller and JD Vance were drowned out, their visit to the National Guard upstaged by raw defiance. “We’re not just relics of the ’60s,” one protester shouted. “We’re the conscience they can’t erase.”

D.C. leaders joined in, calling the taunts “federal showboating” and vowing to defend the city’s autonomy. “Aging Hippy Saviors of the Land” rises from this clash—not as nostalgia, but as living testimony that the roots of liberty endure wherever people refuse to back down.

[Verse 1]

Smoke in the street, boots on the tar

Old hands rise like battle scars

They take the hits but never fall

Peace signs raised, they face it all

They march through fire, they hold the line

They meet the hate with steady spine

They don’t back down, they make their stand

Aging hippy saviors of the land

[Chorus]

Still standing, still alive

Still burning with that drive

They break the chains, they take the stand

Aging hippy saviors of the land

With tie-dye hearts and steel in hand

They hold the line, defend the land

You can’t erase what makes you free

They’re the roots of liberty

[Verse 2]

They march through blood, they breathe the smoke

Power mocks, but they don’t choke

From Haight to Selma, they stand strong

They face the dark and carry on

They light the match, they strike the spark

They plant their flags in concrete dark

They mark the walls with rebel hands

Aging hippy saviors of the land

[Chorus]

Still burning, still don’t bend

They don’t forget, they won’t pretend

They face the fight with open hands

Aging hippy saviors of the land

With tie-dye hearts and steel in hand

They hold the line, defend the land

You can’t erase what makes you free

They’re the roots of liberty

[Bridge]

You think they’re done, you think they’re gone

You think their fire won’t carry on

They see the lies, they speak the names

They light the torch, they feed the flames

They bled for rights you now demand

They built the world you misunderstand

[Final Chorus]

Still defiant, still alive

Still got fire in their stride

From protest lines to battle plans

Aging hippy saviors of the land

With tie-dye hearts and steel in hand

They hold the line, defend the land

They light the fuse that lights the way

And they fight again today

[Outro]

Aging hippy, saviors of the land

Still they carry what you can’t command

Aging hippy, won’t go quietly

They are the roots of liberty