Meeting him in a brief dream, tall, dark, lean, so imposing and brave
Last night and by Nyandarwa Mountains caves
With a gun in hand and commanding thousand braves
I saw General Kago, at the van of Land and Freedom Army, sweep down the forest for the foes heads;
Filling brooks and gorges with barbarians red
Assisted by Generals: Ihuura and Karuri at the rear
And to purge evil of the land,
I saw General Kago reap off the enemy’s hand
Red flag soaring in the dusk smoke
With one blow the savage colonialist regime he broke;
In his youth and while the war for independence shook the sphere
General Kago’s fame and name compared with no peer
Bending mist and taming mountains
From Nairobi to Murang’a, grave battles he waged in rows and chains.
Beyond these towers on towers with sorrow painted,
Where now can the heroes faded bones be found unburied?