Human Tide

Army without the tools to kill Move silently across the land. Length and breadth, covered with ease Not noticed, no one in command Numbered in the tens of thousands. Silently, their numbers dwindle Replaced by others quite frequently They band together unnoticed Governments try to control with process Moving targets hard to deal with. Without them, the country would not survive With them, the country struggles They are moved to reservations Names are changed to reflect these places. The process repeats Replaced by others straight away Time is the real enemy One, to sixty One, to twenty-four One, to seven. One, to one hundred, maybe On and on the cycle continues Week by week Year by year. Special occasions celebrated Where will it end? Wait for name and number Queue length, changes frequently However, the army keeps getting stronger.