The old metal rusting

Quietly, it rolls
To the center of a town
The shiny metal glaring
As the servants set it down

The bustle of all traffic
Is brought to a sudden stop
The primal peoples gather
And their savage jaws drop

Kneeling with their offerings
They sacrifice and pray
Begging for forgiveness
Of the crimes that they create

They plea for an end to suffering
While offering pain as bait
Faithful to their ritual
They wait, and they wait, and they wait

Silently, it sits
Idle in the town
The old metal rusting
With no polish to be found