Through narrow streets that wend and sprawl
To warring man the peasant's call
But never Jedi turns his head
by hasty strides he's onward sped.
But still they press to win their way
That blade in service still be gave
To peasant folk for meager fee
That made yet many other's flee.
Until at last the warrior turned
His ire high his wrath yet earned.
"Why seek me swift for task you want
To such degree my will you daunt
With endless whim respect forsook
To follow man on path he took."
Then peasant's pleaded well their case
With bended knees and will abased.
"Our village stands on brink of death
Yet soon of any goods bereft
By bandit clan who forest haunts
And strength so fell our wills it daunts
We seek the aid of warring men
In hopes their arms this conflict ends
And come to bid them follow ways
That bandits warring man might slay."
For moment warrior seems to pause
When hearing peasants feeble cause,
But seeing face he swift relents
And thinks to help the men yet sent
At least to point along the way
The path they need to men yet pay
To hold their home and keep it well
The place where all their forbears dwell.
Notice young Padawans the complete lack of respect for station. All proprieties are forsook in this interaction both by the peasants and more atrociously the Jedi himself. Note well to avoid such behavior young probationers.
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The Eight Jedi (Annotated by Chief Archivist Jedi Master Ashram Dreyus)
PoesiaBefore the dawn of the Galactic Republic a group of eight Jedi from distinct walks of life are forced to set aside their differences and work together to protect a peasant village from an oncoming bandit raid.
