Little Soldiers of The Night

By: Leonard.
It's not by me, Leonard is one of my friends from school. He's not a member of
So when you want to give sany comments, refer them to him and NOT me (i.e. Jupiter)
Rating: G

Through some hundreds you may kill
You still find their hundreds still
For they lie beneath each other
And are smart at lacking cover

There are families in dozens
Uncles, brothers, sisters and cousins
And where they rear their sons and daughters
And lounge about their married quarters
They each can give an awful bite
They've a shocking appetite.

THE END

P.S Any idea what this poem is going on about? Put your guess in your review.