London

I wander thro’ each charter’d street,

Near where the charter’d Thames does flow

And mark in every face I meet

Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,

In every Infants cry of fear,

In every voice; in every ban,

The mind-forg’d manacles I hear

How the Chimney-sweepers cry

Every blackning Church appalls,

And the hapless Soldier sigh

Runs in blood down Palace walls

But most thro’ midnight streets I hear

How the youthful Harlots curse

Blasts the new-born Infants tear

And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse

Songs of Experience. I find this darker poem to speak of our human nature. To see the faces of the downtrodden, those who are hungry, and in need. “How the Chimney-sweepers cry” “And the hapless Soldier sigh” are lines that show of people working miserable jobs for low wages, in dark despair. Yet there is nothing about reaching out, to lend a helping hand for those could use it. Things today are not that different from then, and as the poem speaks we can see it all, if we bother to look. We see but perhaps sit on our hands. So enough of my thoughts, now it’s your to read and share your opinions. What dark lines speak to you? What would you do when you see someone in need?