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We are just, simple clones, making our way across the galaxy
Just the six of us, with our pet dog Batcher, together we are a family
Looking for a new purpose, a new place to call home with a new life
Something quiet possibly, peaceful and hopefully without any strife
But it’s very difficult to find such a place in the midst of all the hate
Perhaps, it was way too late, in trying our set ways to change
Alas, we are never giving up hope for all, as long as there is a small
Chance of change in this wide galaxy for all, not just our family
And so, we move along, living off our small modified ship
But it’s big enough for our small team, fully for our needs equipped
We might take a chance or two with those not really giving a damn
But we learn quickly too, and then move onto other new and strange lands
And so, roaming around, trying to make a difference where we can
Helping all of those who cannot fend for themselves
Our own kind as well but of course, some tagging along for a while
Becoming a beacon of sorts In this uncertain universe filled with turmoil and vile
We are the Bad Batch, the clones strange, perhaps only by name but reputation as well
And yet none of us are bad people, perhaps only misunderstood by the guess
Of those powers that be, the evil regimes hell bent on galactic domination
And yet we push back, and perhaps soon others will join in this revolution
Well of sorts, as there are fragments here and there fighting the good fight
All those other living beings all around trying to make things right
As do we, with our small family, while wandering the wide expanse of space
Never letting hate or anger guide us, never thinking change, is coming too late