The Marriage Of The Pen Pals Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Your immediate surroundings are tainted at the roots by toxic waste
And there's no point at all in talking to other people
Your dreams of communication are made into wishes to be granted by pen and keyboard

I met a woman and she had no soul
And I was not allowed to discuss this publicly
I met a man and he had no soul
And this was repeated ad infinitum by news organs and transposed on every other man

It's lights out time for the world you least admire
To find something different is to be the envy of those with no initiative
Luck is the only example they can relate to

Now we make sure the globe is small
Found our legend before the bottom of circular middle age
That freedom is dirt by design, this freedom is the practicality of entwined souls
Where love is greeted with gratitude as if it has just returned from a long journey bearing gifts