I composed this patriotic ditty, about the rumour that in the Clone Wars the Viceroy Nute Gunray had visited! And the joy and happiness that could have unfolded if the economic engines of Neimoidia were set to work on your grim world! I hope you enjoy!

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon Ryloth's mountains cold?
And was the holy Nute of Gunraay
On Ryloth's miserable vistas seen?
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Neimoidia builded here
Among those dark stenosic hills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold:
Bring me my arrows of desire:
Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Neimoidia
In Ryloth's dark and miserable land

Added (29 Oct 2009, 4:15 Pm)
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Oh, while I was writing the previous one, I also wrote this one! I trust you like it! It is about you personally! It is written in old Neimoidian, so I have also included a translation.

O Forte
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.

Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
mihi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.

Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!

O Forte,
just as the moon
Stands constantly changing,
always increasing
or decreasing;
Detestable life
now difficult
and then easy
Deceptive sharp mind;
poverty
power
it melts them like ice.

Fate—monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
stand malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game,
my bare back
I bring to your villainy.

Fate, in health
and in virtue,
is now against me
driven on
and weighted down,
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating string;
since through Fate
strikes down the strong,
everyone weep with me!