Men Of Wheat Men Of Bread Poem by Mark Heathcote

Men of wheat men of bread
Kiss the earth, bury their heads
Blessed they chase the bees
Even before the flower buds.

They shoulder the sun and cry
Never thankful they swim in tears
With every breath swears inverse
Say, for them-living is a curse.

Men of wheat men of bread
They fallen on their knees
Only to preach war and greed
And chop down more forest trees.

They sow bitterness and jealousy,
They're never free to open their eyes
And see their lives a felony
Not to feed, sympathise and love one another.