This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhO3tj1SbrD
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,1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ53tD93l40I
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW7YVSJVC9V
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuQSl1lNII0
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4NDRHwdTFw
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJkE5hh9oDM
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPd6z8PMMGA
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXphcalvGHz
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjAxtaloMlt
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd7k8zQS73n
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOvHfwyOvhS
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLuZCGXXjDd
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm5xi4Eaotp
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡze4And5hVq
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6To2oxYvJp
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlBKCmOVyZl
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqcIMnums9R
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUvCKp3gc6F
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKmADKiqN5w
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB7WfTGGvkA
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡupERzus3qf
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVLcSqI8Jzd
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcn1ortoDNj
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNHf57SJcyK
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW1x2GkfnrX
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2buxikuzvP
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiwKdDRW6Qz
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ59PT8IhIxr
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnWAnSpS2dk
8 October 1917
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