April showers and maple flowers blossom in Spring
but a feather that glides in the wind is gone before June
so soon
seasons of monsoons that rip down salons
drunkard's wounded cause their establishment of leisure is disfigured
typhoons drench platoons on foot patrol
nature is losing control
winter no longer means cold souls decomposed
right before your very eyes
from flesh to ash no time for goodbyes
only consolidated cries
pulpits equipped with the devil's intent
to destroy the congregation and banish them to damnation
purging the spirit of everyone that hears it;
mentally confused
physically abused,
but
like a good souja you refuse to lose
so you fight and it ends with your life
4/26/03