I wonder.

Who cares about the thoughts of others?

Who cares about the problems that plague others at night?

Who cares about the potential every other person carries?

Who cares about the black upon white of another's written words?

Who cares about the cries of the fallen?

Who cares about the ones slowly dying?

Who cares about the world slowly dissolving into ruin?

Who cares?

I do.

Why?

Isn't the better question to ask is why not?