Sunday, October 8, 2023

Loyal to a dying Empire


Our unit was the most efficient of all the Empire's squadrons
We'd fought and won the war so easily, why are we still here
Here on a distant, sterile, dangerous but dead, broken planet
We wait for news from home, new wars or worse, revolution
For centuries our Empire suffered, auctioning off its access
To wealthy patrons of trading houses and military general
To gather power, wealth by entering an elite inner circle
Working class, the poor, the enslaved and servants ignored
But the traders, brokers, military leaders and opportunists
Wounded the empire, bleeding it, weakening it to decay
Our Empire ruled its quadrant of space, lasting centuries
If it was victim to new rulers of the universe, entropy
Despite many victories of war, the Empire was unprepared
For the peace following, stranding soldiers in war zones
Upon the planets and moons, many battles were fought
With vast mineral and natural resources exploited
Now would come the indiscreet darker tradesmen
We'd won a war, yet 2 years later couldn't find a way home
All of us were waiting, hoping, desperate to return
We'd defend our emperor as our oaths were sworn
But in our assigned exile zone, we received news
The Emperor was dead, slain by disgruntled wealthy men
Since he died upon the throne, having with no children
The Empire has collapsed in full, a full legacy lost
We'd fight, but it was gone, all hope was finished