This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbdEE7RnlmS
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,1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIgA2b8DYMA
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpBBLGW0m2Q
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ82hhIULVi
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQvE2PHjFSj
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2ud8YSlgGt
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHBDFCoPthA
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWu2ISOHgAH
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI8BJN6Oto4
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAQu5HDzcAo
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS8C7U0flQl
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJwWISD24Cd
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKN29c84o5D
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHRf81hufsZ
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUCboxKdU5r
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0zJateegbn
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlqp7ZQxv2Y
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAW8yCK65Qc
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRH3PQRAaUg
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCwe8Iyhr9G
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ70iKYSKEwp
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5DShJ2JRkI
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyfZ4jTg6ra
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRwvOHarAGX
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxSqwB8xarA
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJtX1F5XgDD
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtlvwf0viU3
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLEPZKfylOO
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3jDvIPo5JW
8 October 1917
