And this is what I see:
This fenced-off narrow space
Assigned to me.
I look then at the silly walls
Through dark eyes in a dark face—
And this is what I know:
That all these walls oppression builds
Will have to go!
I look at my own body
With eyes no longer blind—
And I see that my own hands can make
The world that's in my mind.
Then let us hurry, comrades,
The road to find.
Hughes ends this poem by creating a sense of unity for this change. Together with “comrades” the road to change can be made/found. With haste the speaker implores that the hunt is started and equality is sought.
I Look At The World