HIJACKED FLAGS
(to be released on 22 Januari 2027)
They raised a banner in the northern rain,
A promise of freedom, a people unchained.
But shadows moved quietly behind the flame,
The Viet Minh name, the communist game.
Hijacked flags in the midnight air,
Leaders vanished — gone nowhere.
Some were taken, some were slain,
Some fled south to escape the chain.
History whispers what textbooks hide —
The front was hollow from the inside.
Lý Đông A walked with fire in his mind,
Duy Dân dreams for a freer kind.
One night he vanished, no trace behind —
A purge in the dark, cold and blind.
Trương Tử Anh stood tall and proud,
Đại Việt hopes shouted loud.
Then silence fell like a heavy shroud —
Another voice lost in the crowd.
Huỳnh Phú Sổ never made it home,
A prophet taken where shadows roam.
Việt Nam Quốc Dân Đảng leaders forced to roam,
Or buried quiet beneath the loam.
Hijacked flags in the northern sky,
Names erased while the years roll by.
Some were murdered, some forced to flee,
A stolen front dressed as unity.
History speaks if you dare to see —
The Viet Minh wasn’t what it claimed to be.