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In Sparta, we take care of our own.
We will die before we are done.
Shields to bash, spears to gash,
from hell to oblivion.
We fight for Peloponnesia and the Polis
with blood and phalanx,
till the battle is won.
The women are warriors
who also bear us daughters and sons.
Should she die in childbirth
then a warrior's funeral comes that one.
We will put them up
to match any warrior of the Amazon.
This is how it shall forever be, how it has always been.
If we are no more on this earth,
then for each other we will live on.
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2023
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