God bless the dead that died that day
Cremated in the wreck,
And bless the eyes shut from sun’s ray,
The mangled hand and neck.
I think ’tis an honour to fall
As high as one can try,
Better than grounded till the Call
Booms from high up the sky.
In sorrow we remember you,
Victims of inventions,
Of advancement’s bus rolling through
And much good intentions.
I hear the thunder of the bird,
A parrot echoing doom,
Though far away,I see hell’s herd
Hovering in the gloom
God grant you the rest earth denies
(O! World so full of pain),
And wipe the soot tears from your eyes
Till morning comes again.