This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjZPx4Bb1bT
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,1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdPAoqkU8Vw
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHGU63Glviu
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBDrs3Vm9Q4
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡthgmdrI9Dk
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWT0OtdSJ9o
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYKTjnfnQfg
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwFRE3T84FA
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjm1q5YMmcl
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOYdMQ0yGrn
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbD7WA8dHrS
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmTDQswBQ0o
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3dw75HTYOl
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb0RkrUL9n0
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVyDTmOxRPs
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIeweqcLS1P
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEOpoKdRhRW
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4BL1oSlq9w
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuBNkHLBqFV
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCVurczNLke
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡviUXEfaZEL
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsV8HBuZYAK
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbRxGGLsKuE
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJhjqIynB63
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqro6pq1EIs
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOC51CNHMso
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEV5no3GunA
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNUHRqP0Ors
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUX5qvmp6Rg
8 October 1917
