I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and
    upon all injustice and pain,
I hear the soft, whispering voices of two young women in despair
    because the country they call home won't acknowledge their love,
I see the old man sprawled in an alley, once a hero in a sea of gunfire,
    ignored, cold, homeless,
I see the dissociated little girl lie motionless on her bed, I see
    her father leave the room,
I mark the fierce battles that rage behind closed doors,
    the bruised and angry teenage boy slipping quietly out his window, I see these things,
I see the crooked election, dishonest politician, unfounded war, I see
    another massacre ignored by the media,
I observe a country lied to as its children die, I observe men and women fallen
    and forgotten in sweltering desert heat,
I observe the judgements passed guiltlessly, shamelessly, daily
    upon Muslims, homosexuals, blacks—each one American;
All these—all the unending poverty and hopelessness, I
    sitting look out upon,
See, hear, and am silent.