This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).888Please respect copyright.PENANAtIGf30uQZT
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,888Please respect copyright.PENANAdbX3IYk8Rn
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,888Please respect copyright.PENANAoANOasC2IP
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs888Please respect copyright.PENANAvCvA9DMZi2
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.888Please respect copyright.PENANACc6sbLVHY1
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots888Please respect copyright.PENANAo3dlNBKxaW
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;888Please respect copyright.PENANAT7fIli52kq
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots888Please respect copyright.PENANAsK18zRjeAi
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.888Please respect copyright.PENANA4jFFBGZIDy
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,888Please respect copyright.PENANAYwkKOaSCsj
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;888Please respect copyright.PENANAjSfGtEDsTS
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,888Please respect copyright.PENANAAb5CVb4JHl
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .888Please respect copyright.PENANAUkXlHGDX5M
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,888Please respect copyright.PENANAWe7FvIX0jI
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.888Please respect copyright.PENANAcNRb6l8c92
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,888Please respect copyright.PENANAbJasPcDoJ0
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.888Please respect copyright.PENANAWrecmVlKKZ
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace888Please respect copyright.PENANALkh29pfi4L
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,888Please respect copyright.PENANAusP0DtRlQo
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,888Please respect copyright.PENANA137IkzaHKN
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;888Please respect copyright.PENANA53MLzM1VvU
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood888Please respect copyright.PENANAfsPSJlKAQy
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,888Please respect copyright.PENANAK9N2q8B84S
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud888Please respect copyright.PENANAerstW5kuEZ
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,888Please respect copyright.PENANA9AuA1pio2Z
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest888Please respect copyright.PENANAc6FfJGkCId
To children ardent for some desperate glory,888Please respect copyright.PENANA2KPGT0voTq
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est888Please respect copyright.PENANAAdUBIYg3ev
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen888Please respect copyright.PENANAUoLV8940CC
8 October 1917