There was crimson clash of war. <br />Lands turned black and bare; <br />Women wept; <br />Babes ran, wondering. <br />There came one who understood not these things. <br />He said, "Why is this?" <br />Whereupon a million strove to answer him. <br />There was such intricate clamour of tongues, <br />That still the reason was not.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-was-crimson-clash-of-war/
