This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbzu03iO30c
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,1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnuzXZBaPds
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeEiuItaC3U
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1nnVW62z2P
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ009ceSffqU
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa1CVejGpuQ
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbANsuIxDmo
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhVWKc2GYhM
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb1WYcoVufu
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsa2YdWvwKS
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ63ITPHtxEC
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2EWNKB0vib
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC0o1QoM1Qo
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhBVoE4wfQk
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡov35uPWN4G
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbZUaSYfYfx
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ63Sy3uSK3D
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡackUdi7xUT
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbtmljbuoo9
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXBZJ07Hz4f
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJh28eCxrIT
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi6Fe4kvIMZ
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡktR2cOIkvY
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwoCc6kxIxQ
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdeRwhM0hAm
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ9o7bXaAF6
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLraPo0n2mg
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9DtK43eZBM
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdqdpukW8dl
8 October 1917
