Droideka firing


I spin along much like a whirling wheel
To bring destruction when I stop: erect
My shields so uninterrupted I deal
Destruction onto targets I select
With my twin heavy blasters. Oh, the joy
My circuits feel when performing the task
For which my makers designed to employ
Me on! Send me to battle! All I ask
To carry out is my makers’ desire
And bathe my enemies in laser-fire.