The Dark Side 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 / killed, to preserve the lives of the rest; / I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon / labourers, 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.