I Sit and i Look out....

last evening i was taking a night stroll. outside saw a beggar women being shoved out from the road for it was obstructing cars n posh passerbys of the area where i live in. i wanted to bring her to home and give her a night's shelter. i could not do anything for her. the pain in me a result of all my society's enchaining was excruciating. under normal circumstances i come back n write. bt writing that pt of time seemed like an escape route. in a nutshell i could do nothing. this walt whitman poem was all that shared my feelings.




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