Poem

I sit and Look Out by Walt Whitman

I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame 

I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done,

I see in low life the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate 

I see the wife misused by her husband, I see the treacherous seducer of young women 

I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love attempted to be hid, I see these sights on the earth 

I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny, I see martyrs and prisoners, 

I observe a famine at sea, I observe the sailors casting lots who shall be kill’d to preserve the lives of the rest 

I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon laborers, the poor, and upon negroes and the like;

All these-all the meanness and agony without end I sitting looking out upon,

See, hear, and am silent.