Invading hounds swept over the country
With guns, knives and swords barbarians swallowed a vast territory;
At the coast Mijikenda contingents roared against the pale foe
In the highlands warrior’s spat fire while spinning bows in rows;
Mekatilili politicized and Madori readied the population
Koitalel schemed and Waiyaki recruited in to the battalion
Chewing fog and riding mist, Sakawa commanded heavens while Mumias supported the rear;
In talent, could any at the van with General Ngunju Gakere compare?
Of Abu shiri’s brutal fate,
whose heart, to recall, even today would not kindle with painful tears?