Human?

I can't pretend I understand how it feels
To literally live in the moment
Because the next moment might not exist
I can't pretend I can imagine
how it feels to be a subject of hatred
how it feels to be trampled like a pest
I can't pretend that my world stops
when each minute my species turns unidentifiable
I can't pretend to cry
and pay a tribute with a story having two muslim names
It is not affecting me
I still eat my meal
I still do all those things which I would otherwise do
Yes, I continue to read about it
Yes, I continue to mourn about it socially
Yes, I continue to take sides and argue logically
But the fact is, nothing has changed here
The fact is, it is not affecting me
The fact is, I still live in my wonderful bubble which is untouched
I can't pretend I am sensitive
Because the fact is, the human in me has died
long ago
The humanity in us died, much before that