The Wheat Shall Inherit.....

The germ of an idea came to me
Watching a botanist on my TV
He said a species could be recognized
as great by how much world it colonized
So though we think it's just a thing we eat
We're actually working for THE WHEAT!

Planting it, growing it
Reaping it, sowing it
Eating our fill
Doing ITS will

The mighty human species (what a pass!)
Brought to its knees by stalks of hairy grass
And when you think about it (use your loaf)
Which is the genius and which the oaf:
- Smug golden acres waving as they grow?
- Or we who make the earth a place of woe?

So when we're finished and our kind is dead
We'll hand things over to our daily BREAD.

by Hugh Mitchell

Comments (3)

ARE YOU A STUDENT OF MR.MILL OR WHYBROW.METİ N THE POET.Hİ İ İ .ANSWER ME
He is an awesome teacher..Its sad to hear that he is retireing.
What an original poem! A hymn to 'hairy grass' with an amazing political import. I don't know what's in the poem that reminds me of George Orwell. Splendid. A ten. Susie.