Commander Of Valor Poem by Micah Munyegera

My commander wore no amour
He had no shield
Neither did he hold a spear
Nor did he have an army,
But wrapped in the spirit he was.

Fearless, would partially define him,
As he strolled down the paths of death.
He was stripped
He was whipped
And he weeped
Just for my sake.

My commander was tortured,
Let alone, he was mocked
And surrendered not;
For me he was laughed at
He sought no assistance
And gave it all up for me on that tree.


By: Micah Munyegera.