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Wear the poppy, because bling ain't no thing Add to ...

Eric Peticca is a 13-year-old Grade 8 student at Holy Redeemer Catholic School in Pickering, Ont. He wrote the following poem as a class assignment.

A Gunshot the Heart

Right now is the day I leave home, in battle fields not free to roam;

every night seems to be getting colder and colder, yet every night I get bolder and bolder.

Memorizing my mother’s face, the day her heart went into space;

being in the war, made her heart oh so sore.

Exhausted out in war, dying because of my gunshots,

Realizing I’m not coming home, but being placed in Flanders Fields where I am free to roam.

And now my mother’s heart slows its pace

Never again to see my face

Cutting off all hope, because when people asked if I’m coming home,

all she could say was “nope.”

Extracting everything from my mother’s heart,

because my death was like a poison dart.

Decades and decades I lay here

And forgetting all my fears

Year after year, our soldiers die; it’s never time to say goodbye.

So wear a poppy instead of bling, ‘cause it’s like saying everything.

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