147 Gone Too Soon-Garissa
147 brothers and sisters
147 sons and daughters
147 friends and comrades
147 hopes and dreams
147 innocents lives
Killed by 147 terrorist bullets
No! you are not alone
A nation cries in grieve
We mourn in anger
counting from 1 to 147
the pain, the hurt, the anger....
God, have you forsaken us?
147 can’t just be a statistic
The ripple effect affects
A whole society, the world
Please avenge these deaths
Mourning the slain students of Garissa Univ in Kenya, soldiers and police officers. #147isnotjustanumber
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