He had a brother,
Who was as sweet as a date,
The favorite of his mother,
Her affectionate words' bait.

He loved him,
And everyone did,
Not because he went to the gym,
Only because he did a good deed.

This boy,
Was a naughty one,
He was a toy,
And tossed like a bone.

No one saw,
How sweet he was,
They judged him as a paw,
That broke every vase.

He was always punished,
For whatever he did,
Until he was famished,
Even for a good deed.

His brother was always held,
At a position for all to see,
Although he turned bald,
At the age of twenty.

When the brother died young,
His family was shocked,
They couldn't believe the boy who sung,
Was covered in a shroud.

He lost his brother,
And his mind couldn't hear the truth,
He cried like his mother,
Who had given him birth.

All of a sudden,
This boy was noticed,
He was like a secret unhidden,
When his brother was buried.

This boy was now accepted,
Because the healthier child was no more,
This sick child was no more a one defeated,
As he could be the only breadwinner.
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©VioletEden