This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡczBMeo22ke
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,876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaCbOyOmdcE
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5avShsFIYx
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkBE1uCNidj
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9JgMzMwJm1
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNf3H7prUiB
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡczCyfeSLcD
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxAloCGxjKL
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjFblQlZINW
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEruQAULMuF
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBaABCAxj0C
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlYZWDLqqiw
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ56pcbAu6MZ
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs7T2n8VBRX
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡac8RiEVY2o
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrfsiIbGRQw
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjwZLfxYmLd
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCr2VONlYZJ
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg3lsCmUr6P
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb8kGBaRBQz
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4BlhLEZN5t
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeq2vZoRD7F
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8HUgMDzV0K
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPGyDYtjjhv
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPGHLaGkkFo
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNO1r2QlKrE
To children ardent for some desperate glory,876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBvmbJWto4v
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdpvPHl13Lt
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen876Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCNSzF51md8
8 October 1917
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