This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).891Please respect copyright.PENANAejqW8eb8Ej
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,891Please respect copyright.PENANAaNrhWXwm66
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,891Please respect copyright.PENANAb48oy0oKCm
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs891Please respect copyright.PENANAq3jOapv211
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.891Please respect copyright.PENANAwT4lcVGXz0
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots891Please respect copyright.PENANAleYrk66z5m
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;891Please respect copyright.PENANAkZVwyI10hj
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots891Please respect copyright.PENANA97kdJ1GcwM
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.891Please respect copyright.PENANAGZac0U9JZh
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,891Please respect copyright.PENANAUTLk9LnyFG
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;891Please respect copyright.PENANAWiKyIWL1lN
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,891Please respect copyright.PENANAIdrPIAVvEx
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .891Please respect copyright.PENANA2ufovFbW0A
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,891Please respect copyright.PENANA9wiPJ5JvTm
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.891Please respect copyright.PENANAPTMzARTjDD
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,891Please respect copyright.PENANARAooezwqiP
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.891Please respect copyright.PENANAIR1zbVuyl7
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace891Please respect copyright.PENANAzVqmaKA3Hc
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,891Please respect copyright.PENANAPRrw1VfUBS
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,891Please respect copyright.PENANApEteCJJsbA
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;891Please respect copyright.PENANAp467k1l3IQ
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood891Please respect copyright.PENANAmSHTAGNRL9
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,891Please respect copyright.PENANAuCn7NDP21p
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud891Please respect copyright.PENANA3Efa5vZ8Nc
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,891Please respect copyright.PENANA4EwlZYwNYu
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest891Please respect copyright.PENANA6eecZ65WHs
To children ardent for some desperate glory,891Please respect copyright.PENANARkJRAv3aJY
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est891Please respect copyright.PENANAu5J5kWPFzX
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen891Please respect copyright.PENANAvtejsNJLOg
8 October 1917