This is a poem about a common parasite. It was written using couplets.
This tale concerns the Land of the Confused,
For those who lived within were all suffused
With all the evil thoughts that one can name,
But since those thoughts were common, none would claim
That he was not a common person there,
For all were wont to make mistakes and err.
Within the land, a city called The Doomed
Contained some people, each of whom assumed
That hell was his allotment, justly paid;
Each thought that he was lacking heaven’s aid.
Within the city, lacking as they were
A well that could supply a water pure,
The people were attacked by parasites,
And these possessed voracious appetites;
And once befouled, the people had no choice—
The spongers soon controlled their will and voice.
The Grudge is what the sponging life was called,
But those infected by them weren’t appalled;
The Grudges made the people disagree,
But still they fed the Grudges with debris.
A symbiotic feeling then ensued;
The Grudge was often as an ally viewed,
For people couldn’t ever blame or judge
Unless they felt the presence of the Grudge.
But prophets came and told them many things,
That one would come to them, a King of kings;
He would remove the Grudge from deep within,
And wipe away all evil thoughts and sin.
The people saw the prophecies fulfilled
When many of the oracles were killed;
The prophets had foretold that one day soon
The King would come, and it would be a boon
To all who wanted freedom from the Grudge,
Who didn’t want to be the one to judge.
Some waited for the King to come and find
That they were needing cleanness of the mind;
If they’d a little willingness for change,
The King would all the other things arrange.
This tale contains a lesson for us all
That we have been awaiting since the Fall:
Although, alone, we can’t remove dismay,
We can forgive as we await that day.