Gods are online

The gods are online today, Updating their laws like software patches, Fixing glitches in heaven while we glitch on earth, Typing commandments no one reads, Uploading sermons no one feels. They scroll through prayers like spam emails, Ignore the bleeding body in the dirt, Reward the loudest liars, And punish the quiet truth. In their group chats, They laugh at those like me — Broken ribs, broken voice, broken trust — Another ticket closed, Another sinner "served." The village bows to their screens, Worships the edits, fears the updates, And I, I am just a bug in their system, Flagged for deletion because I dared defend myself. My innocence is offline, My pain is offline, Only the image matters here: The curated guilt, The viral shame. The gods are online — But none of them are listening.