This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhjBBN42giG
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,1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoBiKIl7Uyj
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIvIPC31shj
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSBn2WPSn1Y
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYHBmDerWTW
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLMRqqjAgG1
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlq3qntGPLB
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLG5yOf1t26
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm30jzWmLY8
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiF4Vsh8itJ
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡazmapNi0I5
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH5TQn3bYa0
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsnNjLshThd
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcYA9EDx6aG
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEAnAvM7NIT
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUSLTRywYEp
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJM2xsXjAOz
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWkHwWoVagJ
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5QKnpLiJ1G
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUurtteRRLL
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl5XNYL1Hka
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFmNcTbgV27
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP5LuvUxWcs
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡScorNX6HxC
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx9SvLq3ALI
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIrh6R4ndzh
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpCUAL2rl6c
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN4c0W2ulB9
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1047Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3RyNlQZb2U
8 October 1917
