Woodstock Only Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Woodstock only

On the roads and each time…
Driving, passenger; car, train, regardless
I see and encounter cities’ signs: “Woodstock”
I recall when was young and in love
A rebel and villain…

I think of Woodstock…
To me that only one, as if God
There, people had no gun
But were filled with beliefs:
“Respect the youngsters…”
“We want peace…FREEDOM.”
“No colour, no gender…”

Now to most that lovely time, place
Have turned old, forgotten.

I recede in my seat,
Storm-like, as thunder
Want to die or to shout:
“Ay people, Woodstock was the base.”
“Open eye remember what you have is of then.”

The waves die under waves,
That name died under names.
What happened to “only Woodstock”?