ummm, was jus readin issue 3 of revival n there's an article in it titled "be a muslim for life-not jus 30 days" and it reminded me of this poem i writ a couple of yrs bak n i thought id post it up. not one of my best but its alrite, i like to believe it gets its point across.
It was actually ramadhan wen i wrote this, n it really bugged me to see how ppl jus changed for a month n den afta carried on as if da month neva went by, n dats basically wot the poems about.

[u]Ramadhan[/u]

Once a year
According To The Moons stare
That special month
Draws ever near

Lie, shout, scream and swear
You do it all the time
And never care
Why stop now?
And put on that frown
You know its an act
Even worse than a clowns