The Army

The clock strikes seven

And the army files in

Hundreds of men and women together

They separate to their divided companies

Soaking in plays and plans

The clock strikes an hour later

And the army is mobile again

Faces of gloomy surrenders drawn

They shift into different brigades

Preparing for war and battle

Again and again the army practices

Once an hour shifting exercises

Lines of soldiers saluting as one

They continue on till sunset draws close

Marching on and on and on

Every morning they rise in pale light

Twice checking their gear

Swarms soon enter through a single door

They collect in a group as a force formidable

Preparing to guard the world’s future