I told my brother and I told my mom,
four years ago, when all were blown away,
when voting tallies hit us like a bomb –
“There will not be a wall.” That dreadful day
was just an introduction to the mess
our culture would experience: the shock
and depredation, everyday distress –
too facile and too horrible to mock.

I’m back to reassuring them again.
He won’t be reelected – people thought
he might be a refreshing change back then,
but now all know the travesties he’s wrought,
how big his lies, how all his aims are mean,
and no, we won’t soon have a safe vaccine.

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