This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRXw3j2I1bO
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,1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiz3daViNGm
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjyfeooKl5Z
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZAE3SBgzYP
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQjBipTp1d1
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfmdJIXGBWc
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0CX1ISGwSn
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKoqr8seeic
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB7o8cgKlLB
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9js5dTMbPC
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡomgvTQzWJ4
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpvResm8Ax6
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡurv0FZwZHf
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL5XIxxm8Xx
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDhSlZ0jsgE
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWzhjqDmvv1
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkh9XuhaZal
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9xyHaQZAvE
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUF7NKYBugk
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX1fj4mPfTo
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1jX9Q8IeuZ
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRfX0RbCs89
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9ezGuWrfR1
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm1MT1oYRco
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Iy8LuIDON
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoAucAo0Czi
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDRaiRpbCZg
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUcbj7BhNTS
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1097Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyaMYY4tGwK
8 October 1917
