The Poetry of Stephen Crane

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
Because the lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the affrighted steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
War is kind.

Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment,
Little souls who thirst for fight,
These men were born to drill and die.
The unexplained glory flies above them,
Great is the Battle-God, great, and his Kingdom -
A field wher a thousand corpses lie.

Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.
Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches,
Raged at his breast, gulped and died,
Do not weep.
War is kind.

Swift blazing flag of the regiment,
Eagle with crest of red and gold,
These men were born to drill and die.
Point for them the virtue of slaughter,
Make plain to them the excellence of killing
And a field where a thousand corpses lie.

Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
On the bright splendid shroud of your son,
Do not weep.
War is kind.

- Stephen Crane

I chose this poem not because of the idea behind it suggesting that war has a good 

side instead I chose it for the way it was written. In the poem he suggests that war

is kind and tells the maiden not to cry yet he vividly explains horrific examples of

war. He writes of dead corpses by the thousands yet tells the mothers not to weep. 

I do not fully understand this poem or the message he was trying to get across

and maybe that is what attracts me to it.