This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvwqz5Nsb18
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,1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxnPV7PQBML
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡootuS7Sch6
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVjNdEh99h4
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEOR4UKYfwy
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjybegAyVKN
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLDwk1nC6yI
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlDPtsFCWU9
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzXFenrhnfq
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu0yUuf7goK
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXesgWPB9Sc
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0T3wLmxuaG
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡReiDgXZVJt
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVTWvLLeRlL
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiHISHaBBc9
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXkrWrafRQt
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN5SgtVUHyK
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHS03QtgCjM
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO7yW4mJQG5
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡixzXCkp4xS
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqkvTCvulMH
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhTWpC8EP3v
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWeslBa7diV
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUohHWO5rgz
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc2ZIDvBtfY
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgkn6ayHAWo
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRewhEfjdrd
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZJMK6Qm7XH
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1171Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwsa0xqF5Hn
8 October 1917
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