I will not help you.

If you are cold and hungry,

I will not help you.

I will let you talk to the camera and break my heart.

If your home is stolen,

I will not help you.

I will watch every piece of your heritage be desecrated and destroyed by those who stole it.

If the business you built from the ground up is bombed,

I will not help you.

I will wonder if the gofundme your family set up to help you and your children is legitimate.

If you were unjustly arrested,

I will not help you.

I will let you recount the trauma of being beaten up and humiliated before I swipe away.

If every living member of your family is murdered,

I will not help you.

I will stare at the picture and decide how sad I should be depending on how similar your family looks to mine.

If the hospital you are being treated in is attacked,

I will not help you.

I will tell myself that the sick people would probably not have survived anyways.

If you are living through a genocide,

I will write a post to make my readers feel bad.

I will not help you.