No Isotopes Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I'm the mistake that couldn't be fixed
The injustice that couldn't be righted
The unity I deal in is the truth
With a center no different than the outside circumference

They misread your nuance for weakness
And misread their own simple homilies as solutions for complex problems
Please grant me an audience with that all-important local figure
Who still goons it up with regressive policies

I like a Mediterranean climate with neither weather extreme
I like a charitable soul with internal smiling personhood
I like the original picnic by the lake
I like everyone who wasn't there

And the laboratory where they created me
Under less than ideal conditions - Torment in the classrooms and the sleeping rough, the poverty and every other thing going wrong
They didn't follow proper safety procedures when handling the serious isotopes

And the truth I deal in is unity
With a center whirring at the same speed as the outside circumference