The Wheel
Symbol of mass transportation,
crucial as a pair of wings;
I wonder where we'd be without it
in the broader scheme of things?
It's hard to say just how we'd cope,
or how we'd get around.
I must confess a nagging fear
we'd stay right on the ground,
go no further than Cro-Magnons
dragging women by the hair,
as they forage in the jungle
lugging trophies to their lair.
Our trips would be restricted
to the tribes across the marsh;
we'd just better hope they're friendly,
not belligerent or harsh.
The prospects weren't too sanguine
that we'd subjugate the land
until the wheel's invention
guaranteed our upper hand.
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