Against Sadness
Against sadness:no-one here must weep
Nor lounge about in melancholy deep
Was Van Gogh senseless to permit his muse.
For even masterpieces ,was the price too steep?
We see the yellow chair but not his views
Nor his mind where technique made strange leaps.
Nor was his journey broadcast on the news.
Against sadness.
Happiness or joy is hard to find
When we rest, the News preys on our minds
Yet some are cold towards the slaughtered priest
His nose a beak of bone in old face lined
Now Muslims go to Mass and join Christ’s feast
Against sadness.
What rages in the mind make men kill thus?
In Syrian wars the innocents fare worse.
But these are our near neighbours so we weep
And wonder how to end the frightening curse
The sins we once committed hold us deep
We hold our hands out, wanting to be nursed
Against sadness
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