"God, Are You Watching?"

If only I have the power to heal the world.

Evil in man will never be eradicated.

It has raged since dawn cracked open time,

Since Cain lifted hand against blood.

And still today,

we try to baptize monsters with forgiveness

while they dance in cathedrals,

dripping in perfume and blood.

You say Jesus died to save us.

I ask, saved who? From what?

Because I see no salvation here.

Just sanitized scriptures recited in corruption-soaked temples.

We still kill.

We still rape.

We still sleep beside demons and call them lovers.

We vote them into office.

What happened to Sodom?

Tell me again, was it not fire and sulfur?

What about Gomorrah?

Burnt to ash because of depravity.

If that's how sin ends,

then why isn't the sky red right now?

Why isn’t this earth melting?

Today,

we have men who force themselves on goats,

on dogs,

on horses.

A British man rèped over forty dogs.

Another man in Indonesia was caught with a cow,

laughing.

Somewhere in India,

a group of men ràped and unalived a monitor lizard.

And you want me to believe the devil is defeated?

Bèastiality. Pedophilia. Necrophilia.

Names of demons we’ve normalized.

There’s video evidence of a man violating a snake.

They share it in group chats like memes.

Lady and dog.

Woman and horse.

You flinch, but someone filmed it.

Someone watched it.

Someone climaxed to it.

A doctor, ràped and murdered in India.

A Japanese girl, gang-raped and live-streamed.

A ten-year-old girl in Brazil forced to birth her rapist’s child.

An eleven-year-old in Ohio denied an abortion.

Where is mercy? Where is divine outrage?

If God is watching,

He must be closing His eyes.

Wars wage in His name.

From the Crusades to Boko Haram, and other kind of Jîjads

From Gaza’s rubble to Sudan’s silence.

Children become smoke before they become memories.

Hospitals bombed. Aid workers shot.

Mothers clinging to the limbs of children

that used to be whole.

But God is love, they say.

God is watching.

Remind me again, who is winning?

If the Messiah has already come,

why does the devil still eat well?

Why are victims silenced and predators praised?

Why are pastors building empires

while worshippers sleep hungry?

I want to believe.

I truly do.

The stories give hope.

They promise peace,, if you behave, if you endure, if you forgive.

But what of the ones who can’t even breathe?

What of the ones whose last prayer was through a gag?

What of the ones who never got to say “Amen”?

Those how have lost their voice and sanity to the iron hands of the oppressors?

There are billions of prayers floating in the wind.

Prayers from little boys who don’t want to be touched again.

Prayers from wives who want bruises to stop forming.

Prayers from good men who’ve lost their way in a crooked world.

Prayer of a boy who can't take it no more.

God, are You watching?

Or have You grown deaf

from the sound of Your own silence?

Because we are bleeding.

And You,

You're still silent.