This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ6ENrRDMHl
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,1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOrj8JYoRqN
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd2kkTovGoD
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQUfA9N3FV3
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0UZqd1uGSa
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtb9NNWyVyy
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiIe8GcZti6
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw1YBf7R030
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡca0PSETaK7
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvUNPtf4qbY
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY54JSEaSHe
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMscYqglGGU
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZShmgL1Umw
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMR1tM8GvkN
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRSxrLoYoa4
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDEKyPXDYHo
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA3vUnVS7BQ
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNa4PUNFM30
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK7PA4LK8KU
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcnketaXzbW
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Kk9UabAKn
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk0g9kB5LFO
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMv5OKWA9AU
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVrg2AAZzsH
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡETp6BE72eu
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrn8T8n0Ut4
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHgimJhzNzk
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4GtnhI8cOO
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1143Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHp8eXqvB0C
8 October 1917
