This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).872Please respect copyright.PENANALeshHPcw0c
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,872Please respect copyright.PENANAoIAKBJWZga
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,872Please respect copyright.PENANA23zMd6i83M
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs872Please respect copyright.PENANAA2clnjjPCg
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.872Please respect copyright.PENANApG1vxWDUE3
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots872Please respect copyright.PENANAYTVF2zcitk
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;872Please respect copyright.PENANAD7AVuT6AUk
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots872Please respect copyright.PENANAM0VDoZ0a4b
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.872Please respect copyright.PENANAjtymInH4sR
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,872Please respect copyright.PENANAEi2kUyDR0s
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;872Please respect copyright.PENANAKlx9Y52cpU
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,872Please respect copyright.PENANAln0J8OLJdi
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .872Please respect copyright.PENANAwSRHd3zXHk
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,872Please respect copyright.PENANAiqSBVZGrxG
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.872Please respect copyright.PENANAYPzzfeuPKn
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,872Please respect copyright.PENANAxt7hMJF0xZ
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.872Please respect copyright.PENANAmv081fz4OA
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace872Please respect copyright.PENANALinoYchDQ3
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,872Please respect copyright.PENANA94qqGwL39j
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,872Please respect copyright.PENANAWe72L4vG6g
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;872Please respect copyright.PENANASrRBgZ7UR6
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood872Please respect copyright.PENANAwnkpGUSdwo
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,872Please respect copyright.PENANA6LnUnSVwv0
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud872Please respect copyright.PENANAthMtrHlr98
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,872Please respect copyright.PENANAGOAqfisTjT
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest872Please respect copyright.PENANAmVMqUANjcm
To children ardent for some desperate glory,872Please respect copyright.PENANALDatEU9J9q
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est872Please respect copyright.PENANAy3UqM8dN1d
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen872Please respect copyright.PENANAVVmitdW8AV
8 October 1917