War Machines

A quick poem inspired by all the mechanical monsters that fight in our wars today.

Clicking gears, grating levers,
Iron, steel and thickened glass.
Heartless, eyeless,
Mind of metal.
Scything, snapping,
Breaking earth asunder.
No heart, no thoughts,
Faceless demons,
Born to kill.
Bullets fly, cries resound,
Throughout the smoke-filled air.
Damage is done, wires are torn,
Weapons employed to destroy.
Roars of fury, pain and fear,
Blood and sweat and tears.
Yet still the war machines march on.
Death in a hard steel shell.

The End

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