When he sang about a generation that wasn’t allowed to vote but could die in a war – we listened.
When he sang at Yasgur’s farm and watched us slide in the mud – we listened.
When farms were fading into history he sang – we listened.
Now, like a drowning victim, our country pops its head above water for a breath – are we listening?
For those who remember, will his words be lost … like tears … in rain?
ARE YOU LISTENING?