god #

they tell you it’s everywhere—
in the air, in the ground, in you.
all-knowing, all-seeing, all-good.
but look around, really look.
where is it?

this is a land soaked in prayer,
millions bow, chant, light flames,
yet blood stains the earth daily.
seventy-nine lives lost each day,
over 30,000 murders a year.
where was it, this thing you trust,
when the earth turned crimson?

they say it judges the wicked,
but 4.5 million criminals walk free,
laughing at justice, untouched, unrepentant.
where was it when screams for retribution
echoed unanswered into the void?

robberies tear through lives—
25,000 every year,
desperation or greed shattering homes.
where was it, hiding in the shadows,
as lives crumbled in those dark alleys?

and the unspeakable—
over 200,000 women violated,
year after year, pain and silence swallowing them whole.
where was it, this force of righteousness,
as their tears fell and their cries faded?

the scriptures promise protection,
the vedas, the gita, the grand epics—
words of comfort for the desperate.
but what of those who died believing?
where was it when their faith went unanswered,
their final breath a whispered plea?

religion doesn’t matter—
hindu, muslim, sikh, christian—
temples, mosques, churches, gurudwaras,
all tainted by those who exploit.
the innocent decay, prayers ignored,
while the wicked thrive in its supposed light.

and caste—
the dalits, the oppressed,
trampled beneath a holy guise.
where was it when they were lynched,
their dignity crushed beneath brutal hands?

wealth buys absolution in golden halls,
while the poor cling to their faith like a lifeline,
empty, fragile, and forgotten.

can’t you hear them?
their cries, their unanswered prayers.
each word spoken in devotion
another weight in the silence.

and still, you bow your head,
whispering into the void,
hoping it sees, hoping it cares.

but tell me—
is it even there?