The Wheel Poem by Charles Farmkidzzz Mthembu

It spins all day long
pumping the oil from beneath the surface
It never complains nor does it appreciate the task
It has no choice but to keep on spinning
It is lke the heart of a being, it pumps blood until the last day
It never takes a vacation
But when it does, never does it return
I wonder how the mines would operate without the wheel,
its the heart of the mines, the breadwinner of many slaves trapped
beneath the earth's empire
She is never entertained but the entertainer
She spins displaying the latest in cinemas
She rotates at unbelievable rpm in the latest making of the Bagutti
but people admire the beauty of the body and not her
Lonely has became her name in the latest technology
She sits unfolded waiting for his arrival for survival.