this madness, let us sleep
louder and ruder by day
division and diversion
but we won’t look away
my eight year old wants to know
on our drive home
how did he get elected, mama?
that is a great question, love
we cannot even keep up
there is not even a way to explain it
to myself
but I remember day one
how can we forget that rainy
upside down
clown show
refusing to watch
but then sneaking a glance
the curiosity outweighing the protest
the fury unearthed
better than the lunchroom gossip
if this is US history
will we survive long enough
to say we were there for the nightmare?
when at last will we stop?
if numbers actually don’t
matter so much
why should we show our work in math?
if the truth is an illusion
what is the point of learning?
© Samantha Lazar 2019
Samantha Lazar, Writer 