Not So Green

by Hawki

Stardrive Poem: It's not easy being a race of sapient plants, when your homeworld is filled with creatures that want to eat you. And expanding into a hostile galaxy doesn't make things any easier. Still, the pollops were able to endure.

Not So Green

The pollops, they have many arms,

But do not use them to cause harm.

Basking in their gold sun's light,

They prefer to run, not to fight.

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They stay within their territory,

They have a natural enemy.

Leaf-munchers want them, want to eat,

Scraggly creatures run on feet.

…

So out into the black they spread.

Some with wonder, some with dread.

But with other races they must vie,

The galaxy's a crowded sky.

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Aliens with fewer limbs,

Aliens with greedy whims.

Aliens are everywhere,

Bringing war and much despair.

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But the pollops peaceful, they endure.

For they are plants, and plants are pure.

So under light of many suns,

The pollops stand, and do not run.