This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEedFXsDuJY
If you are interested in the story check it out in fictionpress.com under the name "Deirdre".
All I see is black and red
Knowing it, I quiver with dread.
Going on for nights and days without water and bread.
Waiting in the dark, mostly waiting for the dead.
Grasping tightly to the rifle for your life
Following a fog where you fling a courageous dive.
While the politicians sit, having their tea at five
We fight to survive.
By James Murphy
I got the inpiration through a real poem written by a soldier who sadly died a year before the war ended, perhaps you know it.
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DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqjpM5frB2B
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcDDlfQrpgb
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI2Ki4fNy8e
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4zbrwCPryY
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeFGX37upTG
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcDfeWHfput
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiaUUN5VlXz
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOppEvf0Vq1
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK5CLNPQUa0
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp892To3oum
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpJeZPtJOdW
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIoNqlUA2rd
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUn5e9uTQCG
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtln6npvmmq
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡadNqrj88Do
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZEusmeUSg4
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQCxxuTBqGh
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡisZeAiMVZg
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzSzpxmbd19
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2dcminGUUg
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnhK7B0ZY3v
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJDSon6xz2M
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡin1srigBNw
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxEmLxTwmta
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAmZIkQblFw
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9A2m4E4OBl
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR4mC2ZdjtP
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGA3zY3vXMS
8 October 1917
