One of my great heroes has passed. Pete Seeger was America. He stood up for the rights of workers, fought against corporate warmongers, and worked to unite the races. His music is classic and eternal. His dreams a gift to all of us. This is a meager little song I wrote for him:
Pete Seeger went to
town, riding on a story
singing till the sun went
down, with good ol’ Woody Guthrie.
He sang the songs of workers,
of the poor and of the meek
he sang his songs of hope and
peace all throughout the week.
From World War II to Kalamazoo
he’d pluck his banjo there,
with every string and word
he’d sing
the truth would always ring.
“Goodnight Irene, Goodnight Irene”
The Weaver’s tune was old, heard
On radio and television
with 4 million records sold
Folks said he was a commie agitator,
Men meet to mark the man a traitor.
They’d work on this throughout the nights,
while he would march for Civil Rights…
In the cold marble halls of Congress,
Old McCarthyism’s stench, was HUAC’d
and wrestled, and overextended
to call him to the bench
“Mr. Seeger, tell us true
what evil force is driving you,
communist or socialist,
and everyone you knew.”
And he said
“I won’t play along today,
it’s immoral to ask a man
where he stands on his belief,
but I will endeavor to make an answer
and I will keep it brief:
it’s immoral to ask a man
where he stands on his belief.”
“I have sung in hobo jungles
and for Rockefellers,
I have sung from the top rung
down to the lowest fellas’,
the miners and the laborers,
children and the old,
from green and verdant Maine
west to California’s gold,
in all the towns and places
in each and all the faces,
I’ve seen the gleam of the
American dream
and sung my heart
and that’s my part
and
that’s all I’ll say today.”
His banjo was his weapon, a
machine that surrounded hate,
and forced it to surrender,
in each and every state-
He fought for the rights of all,
either black or white or red
and loudly railed to save all those
that war would send back dead
Pete Seeger now we miss you
your heart, your truth, and heat
so many perfect songs to sing
and characters to meet.
94 years was not enough
to save the nation, true
but in these times of struggle
it was enough to just have you.
A beautiful tribute.
Thank you very much.
Leave poetry to the poets, little guy.
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