In the holiest of climes <br />where the trees to heaven climb <br />.. the sweet sweet rain <br />turns to sour juice of lime <br /> <br />and the dew skysent and clement <br />is the source for sour lemon <br /> <br />So do the words of the Peaceful <br />Master <br />become the tirade of <br />warmonger pastors.<br /><br />Saiom Shriver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lemons-clement/
