Without breast your are brave Amazon,
Warriors of nation, Amazon bravest breast born, adorned;
Amazon, sharp is your arrow now,
Lay on the acherontic breast;
And cheerfully the bow,
farinosa fly in green breeding plumage, zygodactyle foot clenched the emblem of love, on crest;
Synthia swallow the dark of the black sea,
by the Orinoco Rivers growing free;
Milky juice made bouncing ball, that's native's pleasantaries, Amazon you are the caoutchouc tree,
Fight together, gather all that finest things that breathe in the wilderness of forest primitive,
Without breast you are Amazon, redemptive.
- Lovita J R Morang
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