This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1awyKMkyUM
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,1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2LEEEJC2tH
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjDH1NEL4cJ
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7SRgtUBYEm
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuUbB3LgprO
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvW6A9Fzm8w
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWjoxVBd09c
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoRuwTtEH28
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGmhKFRUAtv
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2aGnSNBZiJ
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwKgRf0UjIe
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMmCETxlqDh
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ324jztOWcj
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSx9k0S9Kqt
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMdVqLCGxGn
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmysIMVUWAc
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEKvHJ8aYQU
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2v3Sz1S8mY
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsehr3t8lrt
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUkKtpVBNI8
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1DH2zVyOvn
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyINyp9cXXC
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmVQOS4RhqP
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIDQhjpOOoC
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMNyTbKXtYw
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3VFxUbzyuv
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtcULnCxWif
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkpiOwWOFQg
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1077Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6MotLq9OPw
8 October 1917
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