On a busy street,
during rush-hour peak,
the cars running at high speed.
the tyres of them screech,
the dark smoke they reek,
the road signs the drunk bus-driver never heeds,
the pedestrian's heart rapidly beat,
the passengers praying repeat after repeat,
the bus running into the front jeep,
making some people suffer wounds so deep,
and profusely bleed,
so severe that to death it leads,
causing a lot of grief,
wailing and weep,
spending many nights without sleep,
the victim family's mind is devoid of peace.
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