This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUQNziAFp9B
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,1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg8uBXsp8dv
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLZAbNTbnii
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd9VOGuM2C7
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZLvGl0q9kD
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZftmWzuERS
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSGbeMKx3hL
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVtI3DU4QpM
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqMmTzae3GZ
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn0mYiBoMdr
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ232e2IrrPH
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs2caKYgBuR
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMrAQNQDMnm
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgqVJS0U1Z2
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl114KyD7Ox
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWYHHX0nrUu
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbBp0dBujTO
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ14cQoQrXX
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ817HE338R6
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo4ESzHivPR
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDgIW5HE2Sy
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGPGVM0p2l9
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Jei9iGuR9
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6sTrf22fhq
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLQK3VTHFYA
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhsiXmDOCoG
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyujZpSgsAk
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBR8rG3H0Vt
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1045Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡebhrM8lCuU
8 October 1917
