This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7tdPzUDbUy
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,1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0hheI7Uaud
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3XtYehjCQa
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfGd9Qv4yUW
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVXhcts3qRM
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAHgoTae9YF
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTP893XndiC
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5sXAzPGYZW
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFQBBdRRGUi
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDKHLHLyqMA
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdIsrYFrdnC
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfEjrAUu16w
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKIihFFpo6l
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAe1JUyl4un
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKD9NIUzixK
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsetrp38WIp
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4tPpYi2TLz
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2WdMXfvZOv
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ16dO0PV0Gb
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRPTVLSWZ0o
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlZNZIgjjn9
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsHUPfWT1Yn
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUEPmuaC7Sw
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW9MQ01x0dx
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnA4iXJIGfP
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs3uRMq1D2s
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAnZLkRJOx9
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf6880pd3H6
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSTQGspTuzA
8 October 1917
