This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡouRQhtkTUU
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,1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRoTwh8WAdn
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIep2HWje8t
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwf66pG1rOW
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6eU0D7CYH9
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ33iAlZL6hv
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4O3nApNK3p
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRN2xiW7LeK
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYKpYVkUUHH
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwieHAUrMq2
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgiojdrIxVr
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvqd67aZ0uA
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ56pAzYsyuh
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgUBDnwXpHy
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnpgsdVJAG6
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1CDV57vo9R
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIEPcQQGaBd
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡADU0Pec3cI
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzg6GquGKob
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ42mbfz3gaw
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1ANhWS5QNE
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFjcFWhDRns
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ0AZiBRewd
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIrWTox1ctm
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmDDDQsSlwU
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcGJrI06GmS
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU2gYDBQJzc
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ625Y5ovRF
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1375Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNTdUeqRyb2
8 October 1917
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