This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPuWK81qsQJ
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,1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Ml66jxVRn
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv6JroyaXF5
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIXRDmmypFY
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbDOXe1mBKw
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTRM7UbnvZQ
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9eqlOATKIY
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Ufl4BHkoV
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdiNZRkdd5m
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGAp9Kz5E6r
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEyiybX7Ti8
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVrQOhhCAqJ
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ51Vp8VEyRS
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk8qcWmBI9v
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdVsyxFDEnL
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡigVS9Gu6sa
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbiS1vVuU6s
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFUtP5mkUwc
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkFpQ5SSbbI
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJdmr46EyDK
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXAcLTHINhY
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM5vCnCUowb
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡynZzZZZUDV
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ79s5rP0TDZ
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPGblpDJCbe
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgjwQxLfYU8
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt3V3pN6rCH
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhqMbD6TAJs
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfUfQMuoCow
8 October 1917
