An Open "Poem" to all the "Toxoplasma Gondii-like" Creatures
(inspired by the work of Kahlil Gibran)
by Carl Vincent M. Espinosa

A senator asked the prophet, Speak to us of Plundering

And he responded:

If such a vile seed has burgeoned among others, Aye it would be plundering that would reverberate within every chasm of a man’s core.

All that is and will ever be the rotten progeny that man would birth to, be a manifestation of one and one thing.

Even the slaying of a man, a man that is a provider for wee broods, a man that is a companion to the light of the dwelling is plunder and naught otherwise.

For another have stolen the right of a lad to a papa and another have robbed a spouse her right to another half.

If one’s voice would carry only words of wax, then another is looted the right to truth’s bitter sweet taste.

Much of negativity that binds our shackles to our very souls is lineage of that which we have sown.

Plundering is the patriarch from which all that is immoral and amoral became a son to a father.

Furthermore, a nation can be the residence of this family of foul unpleasantness, be it as it may, a silver lining does still present itself to the multitude.

As been made with great lucidity, a plague consumes, but consumes not at once entirely but like the ocean devouring an iceberg lost in the vastness, little by little, chunk by chunk.

And like all that is of this realm, a universal antidote is handed to all that is flesh, to check that which is moving within shades, within shadows of afflictions.

And he who waits and heeds the whispers and murmurs of the cool breeze of the above will find that yet again loving kindness catches the falling mold before the abyss swallows hard.

To seek a remedy is to take with open arms that the expressions of plundering aspires only to triumph over life.

And therefore the parts be shown as whole, absence of life is what plunder in general is to be deemed.

For in the end, it is life placed in the weighing scale that is the wage for wealth and convenience of another.

P.S. In light of the metaphor

"Toxoplasma Gondii. It's a parasite that enters the brain of the mice and literally controls their mind. The thing about this parasite is that they only reproduce inside the cat's stomach. Now how do you get the mice to get into the cats stomach? By controlling their mind! It's amazing, they reverse the natural instinct of the mice to be petrified of cat urine, and actually attracts them to it. Once they are eaten by the cat, the parasites reproduce inside the stomach and exit as feacal matter after which they infect more mice."  Elvin Aliyev, Polymath (https://www.quora.com/Which-parasites-are-the-best-metaphor-for-corrupt-politicians)