Many

Heat like on a pan
Many see only evil
Many see no virtues
It is fun to you
And what when a spacecraft comes
What will they say to eachother
They wont laugh
They'll be scared then
Meatime wheat
Climbs upwards
On fields it grows
Pray if you want to
Just I don't know
Why do you want to see evil
Do you want to feel superior
What reward awaits us