This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHPxpK0zQMN
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,1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCl3idZwEtM
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Y6SWNfJCX
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOLywvvI6zE
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLR0ACDi7DY
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPeJ35ALMkr
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj1L4JtIfNQ
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNrZ0J0gUFH
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoZl50408lx
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5eHxfC3lpk
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF7sY1RtNz7
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTbLI4fJy7a
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6XgEZFh0T9
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtPlauaZFvO
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS7hn4ASdwO
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqte4KyyHkV
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRsOUQhbaI4
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbQKPuq6qzP
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrHyu06LVHA
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8BEGZiKQqY
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡic0qBgdB4I
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx8Ji0UBzGn
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkZRjyx7G2G
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCnmzKrviXt
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNhGdaMbLmW
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ14TFgNoGuu
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeM5NFnW825
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUtMDbMEmzK
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8FXsv8KaRr
8 October 1917
