This poem I created myself for the story "Deirdre" where Sargent James Murphy the Watchful has an important role (mostly as a ghost).1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ32MeJRXf1
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,1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcTQAzJYFqO
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkxLqi6bIRP
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9Rpb9oa6zn
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZUg8loq9DK
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9aeyjpvER5
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjR1yZ2V5FP
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5GvPjuLwrO
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡScS4siEOSe
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh0w8V5hnxT
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7ka6vyeh75
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU8hZM3iava
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpnnc3n76hU
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3WnSQ2Vs15
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdbsWXPPx3N
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHIh97TDz0B
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNmh2aNj3U7
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJv16gswkwB
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxWXANdlY2l
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJACrXmeIDF
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM3kgZAHYfM
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBukkEonFsd
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzWKW8sCiAo
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkFi59V8a9E
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlEtQHYynfT
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcgGQVxsnCG
To children ardent for some desperate glory,1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡImOwjeSdV4
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡST8qLHdDD4
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen1005Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSslv91jD7i
8 October 1917
