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These beasts of steel seemed injured

With their squealing unwholesome sounds

Its awkward movements seems so painful

Mastery over no-mans land though found

Its visibility was useless

Their hides surprisingly weak

Its bulk screamed Industrial age

Forever crawling, This iron cage

Lurching, crawling, terrifying

Overheating, understeering, stalling

Cursing, sobbing, heartbreaking

Thrown into battle untried

Hoping to over run, cause mass panic and outflank

But hopeless was the maiden outing of the Mark I Tank