Commerce my friends; held without air, <br />and modern day spoils, purge against. <br />Such beasts to rhyme, lanced blood begot, <br />and effort boils from life denied each man. <br />From salt a cure to hide 'Latin' it's manifesto, <br />and at sea the bird is no longer our friend. <br /> <br />Commerce my friend; <br />I know too deep thy dredge, <br />and fear lies deep as sleep... <br />upon your oceans, shores.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/commerce-my-friends/
