The crow of a lone cock
signals the break of dawn
unleashing multiple crows

men who had hardly slept all night
roll up their mats, gird their loins,
unsheathe their machetes

and hit the bush path
to the village square
the town-crier

had sounded urgent:
at the first crow
of the lone cock

it must be the war
with the neighbouring clan
over border land

nothing can be more urgent
but alas, the cunning white DC
has come to pacify this land