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worsttraitoreverA. Poetry Man – Phoebe Snow
Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
It was the book that made all the difference. No one would have cared without the book. The working class, HIS class. The 'grass roots' class. He was one of 'THEM', see. Without the book, that wondrous book by Gaius Baltar, he wouldn't have stood a chance.
It was poetry, really. Music to their ears. Everything they wanted to hear. All they wanted to say, but couldn't. That which could upset the precious status quo. That which WOULD upset the ruling class. Adama. Roslin. All of Them.
It was genius on his part. Though he had denied his past for years, he embraced it now to identify with those that mattered. The Darlings of the Fleet thought they ran everything, but without those behind the scenes, those breaking their backs, those suffering and those drafting their babies, their children into the same horrendous conditions, well... they were nothing. Could DO nothing.
He sang a tune, wrote the words, became once again what they needed him to be. Another savior, another champion. He would survive and live to fight another day, just for them and only for them. No cause could be nobler in his eyes.
Gaius Baltar, son of Aerelon, would not falter. He was a Man of the People. THE man.
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Gaius Baltar
Battlestar Galactica
222 Words
Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
It was the book that made all the difference. No one would have cared without the book. The working class, HIS class. The 'grass roots' class. He was one of 'THEM', see. Without the book, that wondrous book by Gaius Baltar, he wouldn't have stood a chance.
It was poetry, really. Music to their ears. Everything they wanted to hear. All they wanted to say, but couldn't. That which could upset the precious status quo. That which WOULD upset the ruling class. Adama. Roslin. All of Them.
It was genius on his part. Though he had denied his past for years, he embraced it now to identify with those that mattered. The Darlings of the Fleet thought they ran everything, but without those behind the scenes, those breaking their backs, those suffering and those drafting their babies, their children into the same horrendous conditions, well... they were nothing. Could DO nothing.
He sang a tune, wrote the words, became once again what they needed him to be. Another savior, another champion. He would survive and live to fight another day, just for them and only for them. No cause could be nobler in his eyes.
Gaius Baltar, son of Aerelon, would not falter. He was a Man of the People. THE man.
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Gaius Baltar
Battlestar Galactica
222 Words
