What Was It All For? Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

It is the end of summer
As children return to school
The pope went back to Rome
While the bones remain in Tuam
Are we any the better for his visit?
Will it purified our souls from sin
Will it help us faces the future
And fight the demons that are within.
Memories will always linger
While words fall on deft ears
The other will point the noted finger
Where were the Ten Commandments then? '
Handed down by God to Moses himself
Drummed in our heads by nuns and priestly men
What happened to the little children?
That bones lie in sewerage tanks at Tuam
Those little angles that did no wrong
Is that to be their resting tome?