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.

3 Comments

  1. Chris says:

    still haven’t found the answer

  2. Elizabeth says:

    It is how an outsider is looking on a situation he does not understand, and when he asks why it is the way it is, both sides want to answer him and get their point across, so no one is heard. and it is thee way it was before, and nothing is solved

  3. Chris says:

    It’s a simple question. What is the point of war? The answer may never be found or understood.

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