Stephen Crane - There Was Crimson Clash of War

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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 clamour of tongues, That still the reason was not. Stephen Crane poemhunter.com/poem/there-was-crimson-clash-of-war/