One But Many
We come from the world of Thessia,
As fair a world you'll find.
The Citadel, the galactic hub,
We were the first to find.
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With dignity and boundless spirit,
We explored creation's space.
We are but one of many,
We are the asari race.
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We, the second Council species,
Who rule the galaxy.
With rapid exploration,
We made contact with asari.
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With this bond of unity,
We crossed the galactic span.
And to this day we play our role,
For we are salarians.
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Merchants, are what we once were,
And still as we serve the Citadel.
Establishing the standard credit,
We braved financial hell.
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For our efforts we were granted,
A Council embassy.
For we are the volus race,
Of the diplomatic tree.
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We have four eyes while others have two,
But sentients all the same.
Establishing an embassy,
We played the political game.
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Eventually we left the league,
From Council Space we went away.
We batarians are our own people,
We will find a new day.
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Slow but mighty, that's what we are,
Yet possessing a sense of tact.
Locating a near mass relay,
Became part of the political act.
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We are content with an embassy,
We do not ask for more.
Such greed is not of our race,
For we are the elcor.
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Brought to life by the Enkindlers,
We rose up from our sea.
Eventually finding the Citadel,
While keeping dignity.
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We now seek to show the truth,
Preaching from star to star.
The Enkindlers' story must be told,
For we are the hanar.
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Driven away by the geth,
And denied Council aid.
We face the dark all as one,
Weary but not afraid.
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To take back that which the geth stole,
That is our ultimate plan.
We will stand firm against the dark,
For we are quarian.
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Warriors, right down to the core,
That is what we are.
Rewarded for defeating the rachni threat,
Our population did go far.
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But betrayed by our former allies,
The genophage crippled our race.
But though krogan numbers are still low,
Our destiny, we will face.
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From the world of Palaven,
To the stars did we climb.
Against the krogan we stood firm,
Our forces in their prime.
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A Council Seat were we rewarded,
Our fleets guard the galactic span.
For we are a martial race,
For we are turian.
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The newest race to the galactic stage,
That is what we are.
Spreading out from once fair Earth,
From the light of Sol, our star.
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And though we struggle for our rights,
And against our foes' depravity,
We will stand firm, we'll not back down,
For we are humanity.
A/N
2009/10/25: Edit made in regards to spacing in final stanzas.