Woodstock 1969
Not a thing was fine
The world was unkind
John, Bobby and Martin
The forever Nam
And Uncle Sam
400,000 hippies trekked
Never before
In modernity
Had so many gathered
In one place
To share one experience
Totally uncanny
They were those
Who felt lost
Knew something was missing
So they attended
To be with cool people
Climb the steeple
To see the promised land
They had no answers
Only Joe Cocker’s religion
“What do you see
When you turn out the lights
Nothing, but I feel it’s my own”
We all applauded
Even Jean-Paul Sartre
With the help of my friends
Woodstock was the origin
Of group think
Social media
Everyone searching
For answers
To the same question
Where did I come from
Why was I born
Where am I going
Searching
Then an unknown
Had just hit land
With his band
Santana
From heaven
With the greatest
Solo by Shrieve
Soul Sacrifice
I believe
We sacrificed
For four days
On the alter
Of sex, drugs
And rock ‘n’ roll
Found nothing
On the ground
At Max’s farm
Done no harm
We Pondered
Why we were born
No one knew then
No one knows now