Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 11. I Sit and Look Out

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 look out upon,
See, hear, and am silent.