In marble halls, our leaders scheme,
To end our collective screen-time dream.
"For the greater good!" they solemnly swear,
As they flip the switch without a care.
With a bureaucratic stamp so bold,
The internet's unplugged - oh, behold!
The cloud disperses with red-tape flair,
Leaving trolls and influencers in despair.
A nationwide groan shakes the land,
As citizens suddenly have time on hand.
Some cheer, "Freedom from the feed!"
While others wail, "But how will I proceed?"
Information, once abundant and broad,
Now trickles timidly, a whispering nod.
Conspiracy theories take a curious turn,
When spread by whispers, they quickly burn.
We dust off skills from a pre-WiFi age,
Like "town hall meetings" and "reading the page".
In this government-mandated quiet, we find,
That small talk is harder than we had in mind.
What civic wisdom have we now lost?
Like how to debate without getting cross?
As we fumble through this analog phase,
We ponder progress in low-tech days.
The powers that be watch their plan unfurl,
"They're... participating locally?" What a whirl!
In our collective psyche, a void takes hold,
Where our digital civic engagement once rolled.
We dream of online petitions and tweets,
Now replaced by actual marches in streets.
A stark reminder of our e-gov reliance,
And the price of silence... or is it compliance?
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Dimensional Doodles
PoetryThis collection is a tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital intrigue, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of th...
