This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDJI8DO2jEW
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,1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb8gwFwOoyu
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcuO6zM108M
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2VHbBj7nSw
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpfridFL9Ki
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgL5J2QxTHB
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsBLx4JwWsW
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbGnxGb1h8y
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlt2PjUCIdN
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyzSY4KWVN0
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR9L9EwOoiZ
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtSG12hFMQ8
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMhBubW0TqL
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJajdOdQwPI
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbK4bEE1gBT
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhgx2pr6rk2
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTrbCIfJsVk
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGjf8uucE5c
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx6Rbk6rAGx
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLv5o5ivI96
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSLsx62EOE8
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyIslTztw2Y
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡov4c4PylNm
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwDwCVtj2ox
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWHYlPFm0Zy
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4GBKZ9qjIC
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4KCscpk0cv
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5eeGBqG3Ss
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1166Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgX3XpvVJXu
8 October 1917
