My Senseless Senses

I see the fighting
I see the flames
I see the corpses
Yet I do nothing

I hear the bombs
I hear the stories
I hear the cries
Yet I do nothing

I smell the gunpowder
I smell the blood
I smell the disease
Yet I do nothing

I taste the vulnerability
I taste the torture
I taste the injustice
Yet I do nothing

I feel the anger
I feel the hate
I feel the pain
Yet I do nothing

I have all my senses
Plus a sixth that queries
If human nature is to react to one’s senses
Am I truly human?