A TEMPORARY STATE OF MIND BROUGHT UPON BY AN EVENT [Italian Sonnet 001] It's now a profession. It's now spreading like an infection. Needs instant cure and medication. It works like a termite. Eating everything day and night. It's a malicious cancer. Deep rooted, posing a danger. We only talk and enquire. That also with no time desire. We hardly raise our voice. As if we have no choice. Root cause are 'we.' Not they he or she. Let's pledge to fight. To erode this termite.