The Ministry of Tweets

The Ministry of Tweets 

If you work or not, it matters no more,

Just post on socials, let hashtags roar.

Unemployed? Relax, don’t worry or fret,

The minister tweets — employment is set.

Inflation’s no burden for treasury’s soul,

A reel will suffice, proof under control.

If men just tweet without lifting a hand,

Why shouldn’t nature follow the plan?

Rain forgets falling, the sun learns to pose,

Clouds click selfies with filtered glows.

The moon skips rising, yet posts on the feed,

Earth trends worldwide on its birthday indeed.

People grow weary, anxious, oppressed,

No signal in sight leaves minds distressed.

Electricity fades, no updates to meet,

Water goes silent — no status, no greet.

Life and breath are quietly laid off,

No warning issued, no digital cough.

Too late to return, no likes remain,

Only blank screens and a data-stained plain.

A world of illusion, a luminous shrine,

Where posts replace purpose,

and memes redefine.