This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwYwwh6gYIV
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,1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0PgCUvdDD0
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtY0komoomr
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxxvUfFJoCK
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaW5BX9jtGQ
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiLsmSeGqXk
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQT5dqquB6I
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeyiBhZZ4nE
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIItGqVTelD
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMq5kJy8h6X
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdszYJxcJxj
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrzZl6xBMgf
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpuuWy4J3qg
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLMyttXXdhO
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAwfIMrTqjX
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlOwLyYxQda
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGn309RaQRA
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvXh8bN3kGz
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAHJGRUtAI6
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYNBmhvan4e
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxvp8ZiuAmu
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy9wbuhKhUR
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIf9xoRWyTL
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmtN4wBehwG
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoyUxbv6eBi
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtDUoVVB63w
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgcFcaWRoEM
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTMIsK8VQFG
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1080Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgiQ1gSKMyS
8 October 1917
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