Keep me in the midst of my peers-
Far from the weeds hated.
We are brothers they say-
And there I shall reside.
Lower me deep though,
Far from their reach.
A root of no trace-
I will grow to be.
One eye out and one in-
Is my guard of safety.
To grow in strength-
For them to wane.
I'm not a fam of theirs,
To fear for their end.
Their space I must enlarge in-
Spread my tent far to their doors.
Their crops I will possess-
Enrich my branch with their drinks.
When they knock for remuneration,
Crumps for their silence I rain.
Wet their floors with sweat,
Scatter the leaves that grow wings.
Burrow the grounds they root in
And cut their shoots to never rise again.
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