This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1TaU1Rgl74
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,986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyOG3JoQJvl
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuTglIsmFPK
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJIFzd7YXot
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDUbxx7gPvZ
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqf8Ze6Uhmc
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6JqxGMfBj9
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNJg2Z7c1CK
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYrbPDnJOck
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe6zsEnxDAS
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Xvp2QxnQu
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs7I8m9CHE8
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaKbAiNWCM4
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzCkBEIf21g
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnxZlzAV48f
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnMLPKvZ7pj
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiFNnKaVFxv
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡywtTq4WmZh
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtJzIr6nAcd
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqeEJwTU67V
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7C15UVJYbk
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3WziUiqoor
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZuoPyAWz6l
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGiGoRXAQzl
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYXywoK8MS9
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQihh766U15
To children ardent for some desperate glory,986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYPuX7fbti5
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmCY507R3YJ
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen986Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmNqEfLni7y
8 October 1917
