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
