It’s not some slogan on a screen,
Not just a poppy worn for scene.
It’s blood and sweat, it’s scars and pride—
The ones who served, the ones who died.
It’s not just Flanders, though we care—
We stood in Flanders, we stood everywhere.
From Vimy’s heights to Afghan dust,
We served with honour, grit, and trust.
This day’s for all who wore the thread,
For all who marched where angels dread.
For those who stood when few would dare—
In snow, in sand, in smoky air.
It’s Veterans Day, not World War One Day,
Don’t twist the truth, don’t lose the way.
We honour all who answered the call—
Not just the fallen from one long war.
So Trump, or anyone bold enough
To rename this day with rhetoric rough,
Know this from me and those I led—
This day stands firm for our living and dead.
Canadian boots in NATO ground,
In peace patrols, where mines are found.
We didn’t fight for fame or flash—
We fought for freedom, not for cash.
We bled in silence, we carried pain,
So kids back home could smile again.
So don’t you dare rewrite this day—
We earned November in every way.
And if you try to steal that right,
You’ll hear from us — we still can fight.
With truth, with pride, with voices strong—
You’ll find you’ve messed with the wrong damn throng.
Because up here, and all around,
Veterans stand on solid ground.
And no, we won’t just fade away—
November 11th is Veterans Day.
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