This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU4co5zmkWn
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,1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnKb7cwOXDl
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpHOlpfvRKk
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTJqbfU7zi8
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfSIyxaq6wC
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFK5JWE4PiU
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs5U4lxzu8i
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlvhwQTSDxB
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG4Z30JCRwa
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAk480TSa9b
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOBFrpfDNbu
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcd19t5o5cS
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5LrGb6WICK
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRnQS1Iy4Tp
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡamYxEjdB04
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2pedJllFCD
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9eLq0CvBfw
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT1uF91CCP3
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs4miet42my
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCZuTwhgg0g
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg5WqZSEeaM
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaPMGnK8Ytq
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYJ1DdDkgNu
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbU4F9QxJU8
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmZtqOMZ21Y
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqj5E8Hf2aJ
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB70Trc9IIo
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm4GViNKTrb
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1151Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw9o3NAdlAB
8 October 1917
