Black Seed

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.