NELLE 9 | 2026
Don’t you dare go, no, not mid-war, no, not when
bombs are shooting daggers and dioxin from the sky.
Don’t you dare snatch my sons, deserting me on the road,
no, not after bridges and villages have been blown.
Don’t you dare gamble away the jewelry, leaving me penniless,
no, not after we suffered hungry nights, riceless.
Don’t you dare pack a suitcase, sneak off, no, not when
you swore on your father’s grave you’d love me to infinity, infinity.
Don’t you dare gaslight, no, no you won’t return, no, not when
dead bodies are rotting along the bloody districts of Haiphong.
Don’t you dare go, no, not now, not mid-war, no, not when
bombs are shooting daggers and dioxin from the sky.