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What’s the point of all this, I mean why?
Why are we fighting in this, never ending war?
All and all, it is such a tedious and boring chore
Now, before you start, yes in know this is why me and the others of my kind were born
But, what if we could stop it all, stop the constant fighting, the battles, it all?
Wouldn’t that be so much better for the galaxy, the people, us bastards poor?
Most days, I simply carry on, doing my duty, trying to keep my troopers alive and safe
But then, when I have a moment to myself, all those nasty thoughts me berate
As to why not do something, try to get everyone see the daylight, stop the fight?
Do I even have the right? I’m simply a cog in a very large size piece of machinery, right?
I am someone made up to serve the greater good, yet I am still feeling
I am also a living breathing human being, with emotions and things seeing
And so, with those arguments in mind, I would say I have the very right
Trying to stop the war and get my people freed from the yoke of slavery
Or then, perhaps, simply to leave, make a life for only myself?