This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkxjzN5PJ0L
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,1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVdlqX7GBaA
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYFWZRO27F7
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi5lPGgTfhS
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOl6KCYHTPE
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNoDqNSMX5S
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9JAHAB7mZY
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzKLLQ9pOtU
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4yOZjDz3bu
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFmUqgXXUWF
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvz2KQ2c7ME
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡljbxEtKXCC
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLxctPX3FOH
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgIhMWYGWSn
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZRtmWpV7SW
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCn5xubnQKb
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI6ubGPTByg
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq6sko5kXyK
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUYZn7YASsA
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF8wUyh9QOu
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgtkM9kZKYz
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBqwuKDbJIO
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcfimPLFtZh
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA2ZyYGrClv
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAHnz8Err6e
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDEwpbJkXB5
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnZNCKtsYXn
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLNHQjvfUo4
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1116Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAcoWWyFdgh
8 October 1917
