Afternoon Tea


Gentle wafer,
stiff in the hot tea,
stood erect
in the middle of their conversation.
Politics and policies,
regulations and retrospect,
all discussed over a pot of tea.
Simple sips brought
class to discussion
on genocide and murder.
Stirring the drink
was like stirring your emotions
to the bottom of the cup
knowing it will come back
to the top.
Wafer, now too soft to lift,
dunked itself under the tea,
too disgusted with the conversation,
trying to drown.
Important problems
this nation faced,
turned to a drink
too turned to be faced.


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