It was relegated to the old root cellar
Dropped in haste in forgotten storage
Where dimmest beam of shafted light
Kept it 'live in yellowed life, weak and twisted
Root and vine, seeking sickly, striving life
But now it's out in planted field
Furrowed in and giving yield
Vine and bud quickly growing
Spreading out and surely choking
All the other crops of life
Air and water, precious light
Strangled, starved, beneath the blight
It feeds upon all below
In rapid spreading nourished growth
Soon to cover, spread to all
Like a weed, all fields will fall
So grows the tyranny imposed on men
Carefully planted and watered in
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