This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgzw796O1pB
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,1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD2PFd3JzbU
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9d5CPEG0OC
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDyMGD47lZp
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGZCbWhY3AP
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡthos8tl1QX
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ2dWYkr1qy
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMfnV7WLQ5b
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwWbxiCAfdi
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpGSL3NraOi
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5xmFT9iIKh
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQJhJpWfLAh
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7wJmKybqjY
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKCe5TOP6XZ
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEV5Q6IjTCk
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnWt2W8nSZs
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOA1TTZD7ad
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzufr0KFsMS
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrgMVvUcwTd
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNbqJwU8BFK
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWJzpMdZ2mk
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡStpgBSjaP5
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiBPL6qSaS4
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDvlJm7jyB1
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Cy158YTNY
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm2l4v5tYAX
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeZ8hBB7r5l
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3e6LkwzeVr
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1202Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl5TG2W5l6F
8 October 1917
