This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfuDXYFv78z
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,1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfbsO3DEqBj
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTy92ZPywMm
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7dFzqcbX9D
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpZHHrV6mBI
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGgAG92tQuI
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZrxg4OQF0E
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbuCBU3Wab9
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuRYmoJONTH
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLKFpZvzhi4
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSaEHxee4Oq
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFmJp8w4ezs
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2irm7XGsas
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQQeGOmCWPu
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLvwjYv8MVt
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2bolULJ9Gb
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwK4QP4IFLK
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVJrRQ2JlrH
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6z7rb1hGnR
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHxk2pAqHBR
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5WPqXCx07O
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJvpWPt6xcy
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLK91dpDmPr
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3HG4VY3YZK
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvjxaTpKYN7
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz3DnbODrRi
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpc4qFHv9UT
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe6B62yhPrR
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1089Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZrUj47wFWf
8 October 1917
