This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).867Please respect copyright.PENANAEvekSHv793
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,867Please respect copyright.PENANAkSrlR4cJgw
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,867Please respect copyright.PENANAvbuWr4MigL
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs867Please respect copyright.PENANAUDHa0MRRTb
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.867Please respect copyright.PENANAbZp6sasb8V
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots867Please respect copyright.PENANArowqUREmuh
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;867Please respect copyright.PENANA1AMhewx7dH
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots867Please respect copyright.PENANAzJnFhLe1N6
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.867Please respect copyright.PENANALc5aYgrP63
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,867Please respect copyright.PENANAcmwdfUehJF
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;867Please respect copyright.PENANAdIEWdaP0jE
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,867Please respect copyright.PENANAvKeJe8pDfs
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .867Please respect copyright.PENANA2DLaNCQGOp
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,867Please respect copyright.PENANAp3ewmsWcLC
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.867Please respect copyright.PENANAM5LUAI2aVX
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,867Please respect copyright.PENANA3TJbaexCVd
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.867Please respect copyright.PENANA8uv7I30sIz
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace867Please respect copyright.PENANAVIrpZ5hPKn
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,867Please respect copyright.PENANAxYHOnCOoq8
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,867Please respect copyright.PENANAbTDjv3tRuS
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;867Please respect copyright.PENANA172Rs98Zs8
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood867Please respect copyright.PENANAKPlNACWOMH
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,867Please respect copyright.PENANA1t3DRDferi
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud867Please respect copyright.PENANADFMjcl7zQw
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,867Please respect copyright.PENANAAgAs2y29jT
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest867Please respect copyright.PENANAe5wBrOVxMr
To children ardent for some desperate glory,867Please respect copyright.PENANAEacpdz4MBn
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est867Please respect copyright.PENANA7B8SNggk7A
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen867Please respect copyright.PENANAmc5au0Mz21
8 October 1917