The Influencer’s Manifesto

In a loft above the city’s hum,
Where marble floors and soft lights drum,
A guru of the filtered scene,
Preaches justice from a gleaming screen.

Her feed is filled with heartfelt pleas,
For melting ice and dying trees,
Her stories show the climate’s plight,
While she sips organic chai each night.

Her bio boasts of green campaigns,
Of saving whales and breaking chains,
Yet on the shelves, a lavish range
Of garments from a distant, strange.

She tweets about the world’s despair,
With hashtags floating in the air,
Yet her carbon footprint’s a mile-wide,
In private jets, her virtues ride.

Her kitchen’s stocked with eco-grains,
Her home’s a shrine to solar gains,
Yet in her world, the poor are scenes,
Filtered out of all her dreams.

She leads the charge on velvet streets,
Where every cause is discreetly neat,
While out of sight, the struggle’s real,
Unseen behind her curated zeal.

The globe she saves is perfectly posed,
In pastel tones and peaceful prose,
Yet in her world of likes and shares,
The rawness of the truth is rare.

So let her post and let her boast,
Of saving lands and coastal coasts,
While reality’s unfiltered plight,
Remains beyond her bubble’s light.