This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).860Please respect copyright.PENANAXYLSKPpfK0
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,860Please respect copyright.PENANAnf7AwPWNaE
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,860Please respect copyright.PENANAFvg0vXt5cf
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs860Please respect copyright.PENANAte0YqSbkQP
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.860Please respect copyright.PENANAaYeRmL5EfL
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots860Please respect copyright.PENANA5voLW0pF8X
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;860Please respect copyright.PENANAH0X0nhnBSv
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots860Please respect copyright.PENANAJn3Wb3XTGL
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.860Please respect copyright.PENANAw5zwAMmAMj
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,860Please respect copyright.PENANAUZ1Pem1v8U
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;860Please respect copyright.PENANAxehmLwqKsk
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,860Please respect copyright.PENANApldB74h3Ih
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .860Please respect copyright.PENANAwp6C75REVm
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,860Please respect copyright.PENANA3FX01kyFU7
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.860Please respect copyright.PENANAMD3DGkxCdA
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,860Please respect copyright.PENANATXxAqq7TIS
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.860Please respect copyright.PENANABIfGFiqTbD
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace860Please respect copyright.PENANAaTDERyZ3jl
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,860Please respect copyright.PENANAnYpes2MRzK
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,860Please respect copyright.PENANA7W8jbDDJ0R
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;860Please respect copyright.PENANA3LWlztZlPU
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood860Please respect copyright.PENANAnr3ObXqvbV
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,860Please respect copyright.PENANAxOpBxD0hmI
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud860Please respect copyright.PENANAU2RoFtwRyd
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,860Please respect copyright.PENANAas1sOWKaEB
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest860Please respect copyright.PENANA5edNGfqZY7
To children ardent for some desperate glory,860Please respect copyright.PENANAaJeJj1qDcl
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est860Please respect copyright.PENANAzxTr5FVm50
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen860Please respect copyright.PENANA9JEmH9Ot09
8 October 1917