A system of fools, cut off from the galaxy
a blockade of iron, yet made of lies
kept trapped like a jar of flies
THEY knew the truth
THEY fought and grew mighty
THEY had the power to rival any
A man yet a woman
of four different kinds
they were dark or light
and always polite
A powerful crew
many credits too
materials and crystals were never few
with weapons and armor true
From Riley and Happy
to league and syndicate
rebels and nobles
and then the Kohoun
They found the torpedo with a powerful core
a drop of a star
I know little more
I couldn't go that much more far
A witch and advisor
perhaps lightsaber too
it was something I'd fight for
just one more mission or two
A gathering of the mind
of power too
I'm left behind
along with many of you
Though they had quite the mission
and so many plans
they lost their permission
they've cut off their few fans
Now the final hour has passed
it's just such a drag
tried to finish armor sets until the last
we might never know what happened to Bragh
Now I say goodby
the uprising's end has arisen
and just keep asking why
not everyone played with such derision
THEY can't stop their end
THEY are powerless
THEY shall no longer exist
A company of fools, cut off from the pleased
a chance for new characters, yet the end of our heroes
now just removed ones and zeroes
I wrote this poem because today, November seventeenth, at 5: P.M. West Coast (USA)(Pacific?) time, Star Wars Uprising was deleted. The company has expressed THEY didn't like the game enough and it's an opportunity for players to explore their other games. However, this left many of us players unable to complete the game. I played the game for close to its entire existing life as an app. I wasn't as fast of a player as the best, but I was getting better fast. I almost had a lightsaber, and was just about to start setting traps for Commander Bragh's star destroyer. I decided to write a poem about it, which was inspired by Hawki's poem Omega. It's sad, that's all I can say.