Save Us From Accident Oh Lord Poem by Jude Thadeus

On motion like bird
Heading to my glorious notion
Break the silence oh! breeze of earth.
Voice crying aloud for help,
Faces full of tears, bodies vibrating in agony,
Blood dropping like morning dew...

Souls wasted, crushed like hill-top clay.
Tears of the survivals blunted the burning sun.
Environment frozen like Otish mountain.
The surrounding souls smile no more.
Parents lost their lovely children, and children lost their beloved parents... This I saw will not happen again 'ACCIDENT'.