The turbid twin Rivers seems to sob in streams
In rows misty waters appears to flow where reptiles swim
What is this place where foggy dews in steep gorges teem?
I vainly wonder how many fulfilled or broken dreams
Vivid or vague plans have faded to oblivion in these bleak sun beams.
As then, tangled moss and budding bamboo
Still lament and hang their yellowing heads in woe
From bombs and grenades the frontiers vegetation
Still lie in ruin since the ancient earthshaking revolution.
Against the awe inspiring mountains
As then, the ancient scenes still appear as dim with blood stains;
With guns in hands and a swords loftily spread,
In years gone by,General Kalasinga won early admiration and fame,
Among his peers the Mau Mau war of liberation when was at its bitter height.
Subduing outlaws and purging white plague from the host’s head
Rallying multitudes for a just revolutionary ant-imperialism fight
At his imposing sight all colonial barbarians for safety took flight
A role model of all patriotic ages, but today, in talent,
What General can exceed Kalasinga in merit or might?
Revisiting the revered hero’s burial site
And leaning on his disintegrating grave -head –stone,
On his final battle ground I begin to sorrow anew over his faded bones.