The Tank
The Tank by Markell Brady-Whitfield
The tank is powerful, for it is both the tank and the driver. It kills and also creates hope for a survivor. It creates actions which speak even louder than it, then is used to make amends once the bombs or bullets have hit. But just as the lives lost, the ammunition fired by this tank can't be taken back. The media uses the same ammunition to tell people's eyes whether to perceive the sky as a beautiful blue or a beastly black. This ammunition is fired not only against enemy nations, but also into ears to make you feel hesitation, happiness, anger, or the need to make a donation. The ammunition comes out not only the tank, but out of also sister, brother, man, woman, husband, and wife to end life. Or to make life, or to make strife. All this starts out in the brain. It's all created by necessity, want, good feelings or pain. It's all thanks to us, we start the compliments, the insults, the award ceremonies, the fights, the fuss. We design these tanks easily and decide what's serious and what's and game. We decide whether or not to take aim. Our mouth is the tanks opening where ammunition comes through, and be careful because sometimes we don't think before we pull the trigger that the strongest tank in this world is you.
Copyright © Markell Brady-Whitfield | Year Posted 2015
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