The Last Revolution And Corona The Trainer Poem by Akhtar Jawad

It's twenty third century.
human society has been changed,
most of the humans are confined in their homes,
like a Swiss playing with time on the watches.
The entire business of life is run on super computers,
being interlinked on an universal internet network.
The universal currency will have no material existence.
Every human when born
his current account will be opened in the World Bank.
His life will be estimated by expert doctors and scientists.
His future life will be analyzed on computers.
For how many days he will live?
When and with whom he will marry?
When and for how many times he will have sex with his wife?
How many children will his wife deliver?
The number of his children will be calculated
considering the available resources and his share in it.
How much money will he need for meeting both ends?
How much money will he need to educate his children?
An amount will be credited with his account.
The prices of his needs will be debited to this account.
There will be no schools, colleges or universities.
Online classes will replace all the institutions.

There will be no places for offering prayers.
leader of prayers will stand before a mike at his office,
and will read out the sermon of the day.
All will sit in their drawing rooms respectfully and listen to the sermon.
Aptitude test of the child will be conducted on the computers
In the light of the findings the field of education will be decided,
after completion of his education a job will be assigned to him.
The computer will decide who will be a suitable match for him.
He will be introduced with her online.
They courtship will be allowed but through internet only.
Very few will be seen on the roads.
These will be the dispatch riders supplying food and other necessities,
fully protected in a safe dress and helmets on the head.
Anyone else roaming on the roads will be shot dead.
But an old poet, a hymn writer being tired of this lock up,
in a partly cloudy wet night,
in a sexy full moon light,
to calm down his internal tide,
with his beautiful wife,
to enjoy their natural life,
will slip to a beach,
to enjoy the natural tide.
Alas! They were not supplied with the swimming suits!
When shot dead were completely naked.
The earth will tremble and the skies will roar,
someone accompanied by an army of Angels
will descend from the skies.
In a Holy Alliance of all believers the unholy ruler will be killed
and corona will disappear forever.