This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEegd8OsUoI
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,1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkZp65DUuis
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbus8zXoLT3
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡON8IMNTqQB
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcC2mDbi0Ke
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqVyl5IrdQK
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeFjTe6OmQy
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTD5SXZOfFY
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtv5EY76dS1
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKucdCk2zrU
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIiFPB0cErs
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3NU0ut7vpF
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmygGKUKHwL
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcUqXWH0iw9
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhVvpwOEByr
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt1E68Fonpu
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1kivtnHu32
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ28urnRFFKH
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0OGCDtncxc
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgD2l3ByCh2
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAjj1haevLZ
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Sdv0icdRH
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn7ZcwOI7nQ
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg77cAIMyxc
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwdIxPbJ33i
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8x7j2xNty7
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBzxkf38dk5
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJKCja5rTUZ
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1198Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCzVq2D9QG3
8 October 1917
