Gangly howling beast,
Warrior of the Rebellion,
You are filled with the barely controlled rage
Of the mistreated, of the marginalized,
Of the forsaken.
You know your power, buried deep
In your hunter’s heart,
And you do not hesitate to harvest your enemies
With your crossbow of fire,
Their gleaming white armor useless,
Palpatine’s paper dolls.
You laugh,
Warm in your anger,
Your fur,
You are the mighty Chewbacca.
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