To see, or not to see, that is the problem;

Whether 'tis easier in this life to suffer

The barbs and jabs of unthinking citizens,

Or to marshal your forces against your foes,

And by resisting stop them? To struggle to weep;

No more; and by struggle to say to assuage

The heartache and the thousand inward struggles

That man is heir to, 'tis culmination

Fervently to be desired. To struggle to weep;

To weep; maybe to think: ay, there's the rub;

For in the weeping that drowns the sorrow

When you succumb to life here on earth,

Must present our cause; There's truth's impact

That makes chaos of so long a life;

For who is left to bear the taunts and jibes of time,

The abuser of power, the educators pleas,

The pangs of trampled truth, the endless trails,

The decisions in smoke filled rooms and the cries

Of those unworthy to think.

Truth will out! Truth will out!

But what is to be, will be.

Just what is transpiring at the Congressional level in our government! I thought that this poem might be worth considering.