I heard Joan Baez sing in sixty-nine
before the Yasgur crowds, her truth aroused
the passions we set free as we caroused
in New York mud, on California wine.
We knew it then, how could we all forget
how stark oppression settles on the world
when flags of freedom can not be unfurled
and blood is spilled in sacrosanct Tibet.
I went to hear sweet Joanie sing tonight,
an activist on tour at sixty six,
still singing of the things we did not fix-
an angel with a sword of gentle might.
For every blatant truth, awash in red,
our apathy ignores our countless dead.
this says it so well…you are an amazing talent. xox