the crowd of us

the crowd of us,
like minded friends, or
friends that are secretly
enemies
gather at the communal
table
outside the coffee shop.
we beat a dead horse
for hours, each taking a club
and giving it
another severe whack.
it's political
minded for the most part.
the big fat easy target
in the white
house.
but there is true sadness
in the eyes of
elders.
true angst, true shame
that we have reached a point
in this country
where such
a thing could take place.
exhausted, we tip our hats
and finally go home.