This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdirzvWIFeW
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,1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyCh1M2ODfp
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHLOeQmyKJq
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGTkeBeFYjL
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtxkUKJmTgr
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKEnAvB6mmO
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBwSVIWEtne
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNSyRRXHZm6
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ8padcMQnG
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4O4We6VL9G
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6imKhP74je
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNIZaR1QhrV
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl5yDhQMIgC
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkSFmEgPu3y
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3qtDhEb43S
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkWhM0iVq62
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyBhpIQaeiU
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp65f51dvct
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHVCvvXvjcQ
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEOD7hyndmH
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡafOdmtl9oP
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1USSxxVk5t
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfvEwWbRWqM
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyBiFbEyjOh
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa0JpuJsd8k
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOkgbNsJlFe
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqqWdlVXF4B
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrLxCnRKQPj
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1117Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKaZScHQDRb
8 October 1917
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