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Wednesday, 30 December 2020

A new poem to end 2020

Happy Holidays everyone! I hope everybody had a Merry Christmas.

What a year it has been. As we approach the end of 2020, tomorrow I will be posting a brand new poem to close out the year.

Sunday, 15 November 2020

A Noble Death - 10th anniversary!

This is a few days late, I meant to post this on the 11th for Remembrance Day but obviously that didn’t happen, with all that is going on right now in the world things have been busy for us all.

It’s hard to believe that it’s been a decade already since I wrote this poem. What started out as a simple 10th Grade history assignment in 2010 went on to become something bigger than I ever could have imagined!

A Noble Death is a poem about World War I. After getting top marks on my assignment, this poem went on to win second place in The Royal Canadian Legion’s annual poetry contest just a couple years later, and has been used in Remembrance Day assemblies at various schools over the years alongside John McCrae’s In Flanders Fields.

Here is the poem if you’ve never seen it before or if you’d like to see it again!

A Noble Death
By: Vickram Bachan

We are killed one by one,
Some by bomb and some by gun.

This is war.

For a man who has lived an adventurous life,
All it is now is pain and strife.

Freedom and peace are what we're fighting for.

Many of our bodies now lay in Flanders Fields,
Some are carried and some are wheeled.

This is war.

We die for you with sacrifice and pain,
And now we hope it is not all in vain.

Freedom and peace are what we're fighting for.

The living are covered in dirt and lice,
While the dead are eaten by rats and mice.

This is war.

The food here is stale it has no flavour or spice,
We miss our homes and good tasting rice.

Freedom and peace are what we're fighting for.

At home you grin and laugh with joy,
Here we are killed, and thrown aside like an old toy.

This is war.

Sometimes we must fight for what is right,
With a cause so great, we must fight with all out might.

Freedom and peace are what we're fighting for.

We long to get out of these trenches that smell,
But sometimes getting to Heaven, means going through hell.

This is war.

November 1918 the war is done,
Soldiers are happy to see the sun.

This is peace.

Recounting the lives that were taken away,
The thousands the war took, a devastating price to pay.

It is important to reflect.
We faced death in the hope that Canada would one day be a place of freedom and peace.
We won, but at what cost?
Let's hope war doesn't happen again!

I hope everyone is staying safe out there! Where ever you are I hope you remember to take the time to remember what our fighting service people do for us, not just on Remembrance Day but everyday.