A/N
I've started watching season 1 of Farscape on DVD (yes, I'm a late bloomer like that), and one of the more recent episodes I've seen was Thank God It's Friday...Again. In light of the ending, I can't help but wonder...yes, it's all well and good to say you're going to take your freedom from the Peacekeepers, but the Peacekeepers have ships, guns, and lots of them, whereas the sykarans have...none of that. Huh.
Well, deciding to not play the cynic for a bit, came up with this.
A Tree Grows on Sykar
Once, more grew than tannot here,
Once there were wide fields of green.
Then came the time of "bliss" and "order,"
We toiled in ways obscene.
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Our beloved world, it came to ruin,
Arns, cycles passed by.
Living life through endless labour,
Living through a lie.
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But now we've come to free ourselves,
Come to make a stand.
Yet what is left for us to fight,
This planet, a wasteland?
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I now walk through our ruined city,
In the shade, free from the sun.
Where while ago our old lives ended,
And where new struggle has begun.
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And among the waste my eyes behold,
Some grass upon the soil.
Spread out from the fields perhaps,
Where as one we once all toiled?
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Or perhaps it is a natural thing,
Like that plant upon the mound.
Getting light but not too much heat,
An ideal place it's found.
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And it's not tannot, it's something else,
But a fact soon becomes clear,
Light and air, both it possesses
Water it lacks I fear.
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I make my own decision,
From my flask, the water flows.
Over time this little plant,
May into a tree grow.
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And perhaps this world shall follow,
Perhaps like us it shall be free.
Verdant, green, under blue sky,
Under sunlight and the breeze.
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But for now I'll leave it here to be,
For we need growth of our own.
Let our masters flee, I think,
For Sykar is our home.