Dark, bold and with matted hair

Such was Gĩtaῠ Matenjagwo, in the battle of Mῠrang’a

Scheming to draw the foe from the lair

None, in the battle of Ndakainĩ, his valor excelled

Guns and blade at ready, platoon on platoon the enemy’s army he levelled

From far deep in the Nyandarῠa forest the hero had come the ‘stumps’ to clear

Mighty was the slaughter Kago crushing the invader from the rear

While the General was smashing the foe’s van,

Green though the grass, red with blood would turn

Though his death is separated from us by many years

All through the ages people hold him dear

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