This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv1Qx1PO22Y
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,1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZbVEpsH6wC
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaYlsEMabPU
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcgbFSSdYFs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeYon7spyJi
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrKwGgqNp5y
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXLxaxdV8PN
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPIFOrq8VbJ
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoyPS99ymhe
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡglzFHQTl1K
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdIuveMhpWO
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfjyKJ2Fsd7
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe8DuXSrURd
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZeE6jTEBlZ
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa7soTIsnyU
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpyitekbo3t
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHTbev0yhhm
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoLHSmrs7GC
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNmNs4OPEnf
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQKFm316Vm3
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡybElvJ69io
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB9NM4PfmcY
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZYnKl47OZ5
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL2wRkI8Zka
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiWIOSnE5dz
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV7W2Jyiz6o
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK4WtnBNXPR
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLQbKlOAi0Y
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1039Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLpbNXOwGwH
8 October 1917
