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