What If God Was Real

If God was real,

He wouldn’t look like anything centuries of brushstrokes and holy verses painted Him to be

He’d look like customer support executive at 3 AM —

distant, automated,

and utterly useless when you need Him most.

If God was real,

we wouldn’t have to explain genocide

like it’s a side effect of "free will"

Wouldn't need a fundraiser

for a child with leukemia,

while some rich industrialist's morbidly obese son in the Bahamas

orders a gold-plated steak

and calls it dinner

If God was real,

maybe He’d run the world like a call center —

angels on the line,

your soul on hold,

elevator music playing while you burn

“Your prayer is important to us.

Please stay on the line.”

If God was real,

He’d have logged out by now.

Turned off notifications.

Unsubscribed from humanity.

Blocked us like an ex who won’t stop texting,

“Why me?”

Because look at us.

We blame Him for the wars we start.

Beg for signs in skies we’re polluting

And call it divine punishment

when karma comes with a timestamp

If God was real —

the angry landlord in the sky —

you wouldn’t be reading this.

Social media would've been flushed down a cosmic commode

Politicians would’ve exploded mid-sentence

And half the planet would be pillars of salt,

starting with your neighbour

who breaks out in off-tune laments in the name of karaoke at 2 AM

If God was real,

He wouldn't need temples

or tithes or ten percent of your salary

He’d need a therapist

Or a stiff drink

Or a time machine to undo humanity

If God was real,

He wouldn’t need our praise —

He’d need our resignation

He’d need a break

Because we’ve taken His name

and turned it into a weapon,

a debate,

a branding exercise

If God was real,

maybe He did try

Maybe we failed

Or maybe —

just maybe —

He'd give us free will

like a matchstick

and watched us purge the library

because someone in it

read a different book