Bullets pierced, blood flowed on the grounds of Garissa,
With it, the hopes, dreams and future of the nation,
A senseless and brutal end to a journey filled with so much hope,
Now the nation weeps and mourns the end of hope for our children.
A first job, promotion, home ownership and career progression you will never know,
A wedding, birth of a child, and the joy of raising your own you will never see,
Your potential, impact and minds we will never have,
Your loss is a loss to the nation and each of us.
The Government stands tall, covering its ears, hovering above,
At a time when precise decision is needed, public relations rules,
Pride is valued before humility, talk before action,
And now our students pay the price and die by the bullet.
The nation puts its trust in the One and only entity that cares,
The One and only who can show compassion and soothe our weeping hearts,
The One who can deliver us from evil and grant us victory,
The One True God that we can rely on at all times.
To the 147, We will forever mourn you, Rest in Peace.
To the 254, We need a Government and not a spectator.
To the 1, Hear our cries, protect us and be with the families of the 147.
To all of us: Life is precious, let us appreciate each day because we are alive.