Why don’t you help me?
There is a little baby on the floor, where is his Mom? Where is his Dad? Why don’t you help him? Call 911!! Call someone! Why do you just stand there? Why don’t you do something? Well! Why don’t you?
Why don’t you help my friend? He’s killing himself. Why don’t you help him? The drugs that he’s putting into his body; it’s killing him. Can’t you see? Why don’t you help him? He walks and talks as if he has no mind. No control. Look at him! The needle is still in his arm. Why don’t you help him? Well? Why don’t you?
Why don’t you help the boy across the street? He’s just been shot and robbed. Why do you just walk by him starring? He screams out for someone, but there’s no answer. He’s fading away now, his blood flowing down the drain. Why don’t you help him? Why don’t you?
The crack heads, the potheads, the sherm heads, passing my house every hour; walking there cracked out walk, talking there cracked out talk. Why do you just stand there? Why don’t you help them?
The people of the 9-11, the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, the Iraqis, the world; all suffering in this fight against terror. Why do you not listen to there screams. The burning, the jumping, the laughing, the shooting, the crying, the standing, the lying …the dead.
Why don’t you do something? Well? Why don’t you? Why are you standing there? Why don’t you help them?
Why...? Why don’t I do something? Why do I stand here talking? Why don’t I help? Why?
---Reginald Tyler, Jr.
