Woodstock Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Woodstock

How blind most of us
We hear single word, sit and judge:
“This is world, King of Jazz.”

Hitler went and world changed
Ended World’s, came post war, Vietnam
Coyotes and mad dogs, made and gained from arms.

Men of ring, and of church, and of scenes
And women everywhere, united:
“No to war, racism, sexism, ” then world changed.

Failed White House and allies, the menace McCarthy
But never…stopped war …though stopped Vietnam.
Even with Woodstock…there the young united.

From then Woodstock became sun
Died small satellites, for many
But in fact, Canada’s Woodstock is super.

There we have First Nations.
The people, miracles.
Tell the non-believers: “Go to hell.”

I hate the: “Civilized has plan.”
Also the: “Indians just drink, ”
Or: “They are Squaws.”

Want to shout, kill and die
For truth: “Live with them heart to heart.”
And taste them as greats, very nice.

I did so…lived with some…
And was guest in their house
In small Woodstock.