by Stephen Crane (1871 - 1900)

There was crimson clash of war,
Language: English 
There was crimson clash of war,
Lands turned black and bare;
Women wept;
Babes ran, wondering,
There came one who understood not these things.
He said, "Why is this?"
Whereupon a million strove to answer him.
There was such intricate clamor of tongues,
That still the reason was not.

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