They weaponized a patriot that was meant to be a monument It had a voice box and a record you could change This way it told of history or the latest revision of it With sunken painted eyes that were waxy, cold, and strange Its gears were made more durable with armored covers on them They gave it a machine gun, the kind you feed with chains No more stories, it shouts orders, or to clear out of the way It moves quickly and quite smartly for its simple wind up brain It all works rather well for a thing meant for only a display It can keep on running without both arms, without a head On fire or under water, without food or rest for days It was never made alive and so you cannot make it dead
