This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj8FYppoPuI
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,1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Syz9YiVEt
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWe8GdLrzjR
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0alEDtWJWU
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFHlKuhtkPv
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR9uszqXReK
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPjMopU8k6Y
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwBnMJn3SVc
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbQNbJ0Rw0n
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD0KBgjtY5n
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAxixdqLN2k
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi8wL0REEBv
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcCJ3bU7dCh
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcDWW2olVO7
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkxU6xZbA3g
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcj0drjGFz5
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGMujXGQAC0
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtZAqOrfixv
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt9YRpqaIB8
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxVa2wUfGR4
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnsyX2P05YM
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVMozkg4bqT
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpsd8SNTB4E
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5pt4XCfPMI
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOmaIIGNYa5
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZLW7yIZt47
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLAZaQVhh5g
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMArMd56XNy
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1078Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIQhykGiQG5
8 October 1917
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