In Defense of Mathematics

There is no hatred more condoned
Than that of mathematics.
You will find little argument:
Amid all our dramatics

Of love to hate, of death to life,
Brand new to most archaic —
There is still a consensus on
(At least) the algebraic.

And that’s its general uselessness.
I hear this all too often;
That math is never used at all,
And well into one’s coffin

One’s yet to find a use for it.
And so, amid back slapping,
I hear poor math get buried to
The sound of general clapping.

But if one went back to my chair
It would be soon discovered
That mathematics is my job,
My desk with it is covered

It turns out much of life itself
Is math – that subject tortuous –
In spite of great consensus that
It is just way to arduous

I’d have no great solution if
I was in charge of school:
For many would still hate it,
And think those like me a fool

For my appreciation of
Its beautiful mosaic:
That seems to others pointless squiggles,
Strange and formulaic —

So most will never see a thing
In math there to admire:
And those that can, already do —
I’m preaching to
The choir

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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