Exiles
Not wanted
Despised, unwelcome
They fled
Far
Into space
Away from us
Alone
They settle
Far
Far away
In a harsh place
Yet more welcoming then us
Filled with rocks
They worked
They labor
They create
They forge
Living creations
From the rocks…the rubble
They build monoliths
For life
Yet we chase them
Out to their home
And bring nothing but trouble
We change them into a nexus
For trade… for people
Yet we despise… loathe them
For no reason… but
They are different
Mutants
But they are the Quaddies
They are strong
They stand alone
They fled from us
With nothing but the ship beneath their feet
They…
They lived.