31 Jul 2022
Who grows our food and makes our clothes,
Who mines our beskar ore?
Do you think we are all soldiers,
Who know nothing but war?
No, this has never been so,
Mandalore is more!
Originally written centuries ago by a disgruntled wandering Mando’ad Lore-Keeper tired of aruetiise constantly assuming they were a bounty hunter, hired body guard, or thug, this song remains popular to this day as a rousing tavern and campfire song, and occasionally as a gleeful osik-stirrer when played in non-mando cantinas. It has continued to be popular throughout the years within every Mando’ade political faction but for the notable exception of Death Watch, which certain people consider enough of a commentary on their goals and ethics as to not need elaboration. To this day, nearly all Mando’ade know at least one version of this song.
- Part 7 of I am, first, last, and always, a Poet