Colin F. Jones

WELCOME HOME

I did not go in ‘87
to the welcome home.
It was far too late for them to say
That for their errors they atone.
They called us baby killers
and spit upon our dress,
But then in ‘87
they decided to confess.
But me, I wasn’t listening;
many more had passed away,
none of them were on parade
on that particular day.
Nor I, lost in my wilderness
Where I tried to learn again to pray.