Dance of Gladiators and Amazons

ah! ’tis blue azure greet’ng the dark maidens dancers of the ancient drums of my warriors yea! the ever-ready danc’ng mbari maidens o, dancers amid the smooth-throat’d hunters – ’tis like an ever-flow’ng rhythmic drumm’ng of my ageless clan where the rever’d eaglets made the classic olympia in wing-drumm’ng amid the love-rov’ng griots, pages and priests! and your mother – the mother of the amazons waits, waist-bent, amid the ev’r-wait’ng gray-hairs – and your hunters naked, ready-pois’d with guns and panthers snarled under the scorch’ng sun-rays; o, the gladiators and amazons came along my banks ah, bring’ng this eternal dance-step to niger’s banks!