Victor Poem by Jessie Peter

saw a man with many hands,
he was rich and owned many lands.
He worked hard everyday,
while children around him used to play.
He gave back what he took,
he did, as said in the Book.
His roots were strong,
they corrected him when he went wrong.
He supported the fruit of his seed,
tried his best to keep away the weed.
alone he stood,
alone he served.
For his friends had passed on, and he had to do his part before he was gone.
Forgotten without remorse.

Saw a tree with two branches,
it was strong and spread across ranches.
It received goodness,
seldom returned the fondness.
It had many faces,
could be seen at various places.
It spread out overshadowing the other,
even if it led them to die, little did it bother.
Hastened, fruits it gave,
carried it till its grave.
Reasoned, that it had made them with care,
and in it there was no reason to share.
Lives amidst many,
rotted without a penny.
Remembered as a guinea.

OF THE TWO, THE VICTOR IS......