This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5BLBP8p7Yw
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,1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrGBrkz7y47
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT6YZWYJkUg
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7QUUU57aqw
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZZWEmBQl1G
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGS8DRupM7n
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqbgdvSm2Hy
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEv72pHtAAN
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3pR2OgqV6D
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9LJ0r0F8Ba
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡib0X0Cab3r
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxG87muPmSL
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBERYOhd5ns
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDyKtBYpMMo
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp7hKXM7R8w
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHLU4eHeuwP
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡegQDZn6072
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ962HsKkX5
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ97RWLICnKQ
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW5tXqBLUUc
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1tiLVsCnrU
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWFOioMF9Qq
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuBup2p3UVj
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzyQcKZiPnd
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkJYaDkYddz
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeI7sctIVVa
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4V2RbHPGzR
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡikUEAvVez2
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfbcx3gxMhp
8 October 1917
