Tea Party

Overboard—
That's where the tea went
Splashing in the harbor,
Treading like a fledgling nation,
Sinking the hopes of another.
The hand that reached across the sea
Would no longer drink at our table
Without a collective say.

After hours,
This party continues.
The tea is watered down
And, blurry-eyed, some drink,
Even though they think
The other patrons here are uninvited.
Had they checked the guest list,
They would've recognized our names
Etched in their handwriting.