This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVojNQwvhkl
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,1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF19xaNUuNL
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWJbAPgEyht
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoxBEUCEvi4
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrjdHcXlU72
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBKokbaQIUS
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8A0GRUp3Vw
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqXkl9JTL7k
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcB3ztBHE58
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY0RCF8xpgi
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8BTUBPucaq
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBvgY7H8xqC
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcAQkAk0HuN
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpnAlNoak6Z
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ07SLKiQ2Df
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Idb7YASXk
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRnjVe5AUId
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHSWEpIY98I
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU0o5DYvRiU
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡayGYFulJoz
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ71mqYMOjxw
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv6RQAX8Kf9
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMg0XIee1BT
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmBz6zMk6ze
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCtmQVBBU1Z
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpFDBG1VXx1
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1j1xAxq89C
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkQXWQk8LZC
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzFvdW377hp
8 October 1917
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