Soldiers march onward to battle
While the frylord prepares our food
Until my tallest hails me
I am stationed at the loom
Until I'm hailed
Until I'm hailed
I am weaving with the loom
The elite have need of uniforms
I need a way to earn food
Everyone has need of fabric
So I work here at the loom
Weapons are forged in the arsenal
Smeets may be formed in my womb
One day I may be sent to battle
Either one could seal my doom
I hope the tallest does not hail me
So I may stay safe at my loom
But, my duty is to repopulate
My labor honor exhumes
I hope one smeet is born a female
And she takes my place at the loom
Until I am hailed
Until I am hailed
I will never leave my loom
An Irken textile drone poem written in the early first era of Irk and recited by female textile drones up until the control brain revolution. The poem is a rip off of the Disney's Jungle Book song "A Home of My Own" ^^ (it's translated from Irken and does not rhyme perfectly. I'm using that as my excuse for poor writing skills lol)
This is built off my head canon that Irkens, in ancient/ up until the late 3rd era, produced a protein that was used to make fabric (kind of like earth silk)
Because Irken culture is criminally underdeveloped, I over-brainstorm head canons.
To be clear, Irken culture, even in early development is gender neutral in terms of occupation (social/ moral equality is debatable). Irken females were often employed in looms because they produced the protein used to make Irken silk all year around (similar to human mensturation). Males also produced silk and were employed in loom factories; female Irken silk just more durable silk more often.
Both males and females were expected to perform military duties if drafted by their tallest.
Biologically identified females were only excused from military and/or commoner drone service when the need to repopulate arose.
Okay, done screwung around, promise. Gonna tackle my ask box/ self indulge doodle