This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWXILEjcOdA
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,1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPgeHYFw6DV
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ99u2xwPDSB
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1MKj6jkp3j
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMpQQAq2XiF
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyzEx6akAxk
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgWXQLI1pSU
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ6HIdRrctL
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFZKDhUtqDo
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZvp1g1MygP
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGs3WKbHfkB
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrLH6i2yoKn
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhgC6fIRIOH
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7QchoYzOkI
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkbSHtrjWwH
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnv4q0NUhiA
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXwYEP6k7Ke
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgA50ayfkyu
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqu1zobdIrf
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH5QG13VRZZ
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc5pxnL9r53
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAe7y9iC2Ne
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfOV6HwnMEp
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMFZXVgyG2Y
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlgicMlWGBq
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcmoZNlRtjb
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAbwAWILIHV
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSJX54cjCYb
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2HVmJMnlAu
8 October 1917
