In city streets, it’s a rare sight to see
An armoured tank, a machine of war’s decree
Not meant for glamour, or celebrity flair
Its purpose is battle, its home is there
Not a backdrop for flashing lights and fame
But a warrior’s steed, with a different aim
To charge into fire, to weather the storm
To protect and serve, where danger does form
Its armour thick, its heart ablaze
A behemoth of steel, in a deadly daze
It’s designed to attract, the enemy’s sight
Gunshots and missiles, its expected plight
Not a museum piece, or a relic of old
But a living monster, with stories untold
Its tracks scar the earth, its cannon roars loud
A symbol of power, in a battlefield proud
It’s not for show, or a parade’s delight
But a tool of war, in the dark of night
It’s meant to be fierce, its spirit unbroken
A guardian of freedom, its will unspoken
So let it roll, through the battlefield’s gate
With a rumble and roar, it seals its fate
For in the chaos, it finds its home
A battle-scarred behemoth, forever to roam.