The northbound trains

promised a chance of redemption

to the reconstruction army

whose sunburnt backs had know

the cold sweat of factories

On the foreign cities pavements

angels and devils played dice

for my people's souls

but when they turned the light off

with their empty tears as friends

they were alone against everyone

and longed for their return.


He came

across the ocean

now he works in a restaurant

once he went to the station

with a case full of hope

when he heard my grandpa's story

he smiled with thoughts of home

and his return

was a great joy.