Asking Van Gogh Poem by Keith R. Mansfield
Asking Van Gogh
What do you see,
in twisted sight?
Where right is wrong
and wrong is right.
What do you feel,
in confusions mire?
Does anger burn
in illusions fire?
We look with scorn
under furrowed brow.
Unable to know
the rows you plow.
To see your world
with compassions hand,
together we'd seek
and understand.
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