Oh death! [H.E. Prof. J.E. Mills]

You hit us very hard and marred our afternoon.

You forced the whole nation to unite in grief.

Oh! Our first Prof. President is gone too soon.

His humble God-fearing reign was sadly brief.


Why will you shamefully expose our vulnerability?

Oh death! You will remain an unsolved mystery.

You’ve taken our epitome of peace and humility.

Oh death! You’ve forcefully edited our history.


He did his best to please his maker till his last breath.

Now what else is left? He will rest in perfect peace.

That’s all you'll get! We won't celebrate you, death.

The chill and terror of your coming can now cease.