This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).889Please respect copyright.PENANAuL3NCFjQUF
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,889Please respect copyright.PENANA1hLEjnpg6i
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,889Please respect copyright.PENANAQjQJjdTjef
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs889Please respect copyright.PENANAtQxR3xLz36
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.889Please respect copyright.PENANAHXXU9X1TJg
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots889Please respect copyright.PENANAipceFAKFoB
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;889Please respect copyright.PENANAcGLNRirhZZ
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots889Please respect copyright.PENANADyS3F0JGjL
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.889Please respect copyright.PENANAr83PV4cWSc
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,889Please respect copyright.PENANAlFBsIkrMav
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;889Please respect copyright.PENANAjr6dgkmOJe
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,889Please respect copyright.PENANAhcqQEpmCk3
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .889Please respect copyright.PENANArya1icxkZL
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,889Please respect copyright.PENANAMLnAYz5VTo
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.889Please respect copyright.PENANAyzFzL4iq3T
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,889Please respect copyright.PENANAIthRMngtzE
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.889Please respect copyright.PENANApAAtBk0ExG
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace889Please respect copyright.PENANAutcHDHVZC9
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,889Please respect copyright.PENANAJr1TuP3i3c
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,889Please respect copyright.PENANAlccdtDLCQZ
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;889Please respect copyright.PENANAnM8uoQfw8l
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood889Please respect copyright.PENANAPaIrl4PJg4
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,889Please respect copyright.PENANA1EZvNdJuzH
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud889Please respect copyright.PENANAZVerm1ksj6
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,889Please respect copyright.PENANAV0mDJxrF22
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest889Please respect copyright.PENANA4c9b5n79uM
To children ardent for some desperate glory,889Please respect copyright.PENANAc3Wu8D5Ahv
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est889Please respect copyright.PENANAabDD8GeUjr
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen889Please respect copyright.PENANAwiF9TKqW7r
8 October 1917