The Amazon

Who are your legions, Amazon?
+++This reckless race of brazen breast,
+++Each more than matched to manly test.

What be your battle, Amazon?
+++We mothers mighty, sisters strong;
+++We long for right, we smite the wrong.

Where do ye wage it, Amazon?
+++On rocky plain and ravaged field
+++Our enemies shall yonder yield.

How are ye furnished, Amazon?
+++With quiver round each shoulder slung,
+++And arrows aching to be flung.

When are ye sated, Amazon?
+++When falleth like the setting sun
+++The enemy, and breathes not one.

Who are your legions, Amazon?
+++This reckless race of brazen breast,
+++Each more than matched to manly test.

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