Roamers

Roachers and Space Gypsies,

Such names we have received.

The Hansa geese despise us,

Yet we sail starlight's breeze.

Independence from the Hansa,

The Big Goose calls it wrong.

But look around this sea of stars,

This is where we belong.

We are the Roamers, Kanaka's sons,

We're content to fly deep space.

Our ships, our homes, they're here for us,

They are our special place.

So the Therons talk, the Goose may cluck,

And ildirans do their thing.

But this is our home, deep space to roam,

The solar winds our wings.