War Ship Poem by Louis Borgo

If a vision was a sand paper thin small but sharp could it cast a vote
hands of lies torture in foreign affairs lack of taste pleasure smell of woods
food stomach the vales of truth
if death was more then a waiver the truth test of man will last not in life
But the reading of the tomb which one lay
learning of day and more afraid no what is told but the hide of truth immortality
shack the leaves and in bomb the fluid not all can shack or graps the truth
of truth characters.