Crane

Once there came a man
Who said,
"Range me all men of the world in rows."
And instantly
There was terrific clamour among the people
Against being ranged in rows.
There was a loud quarrel, world-wide.
It endured for ages;
And blood was shed
By those who would not stand in rows,
And by those who pined to stand in rows.
Eventually, the man went to death, weeping.
And those who staid in bloody scuffle
Knew not the great simplicity.

To me this poem is about how people fight in needless wars. Then when the war is in full swing they forget what they are auctually fighting about, but continue to fight because they do not want to be apart of the losing side. This is an anti-war poem.