Wheels
Don’t know how but somehow
Devil Wheel changed our life
For the worse; or better?
I hate the inventor, regardless.
With the wheels, two, four, more
I don’t walk…ass grows…
With the wheel I don’t ride
the donkey or the horse…
Fun, fear. are all gone.
I hate the inventor, regardless.
I don’t like the highways and asphalt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem