Simwaba Wisdom

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Rumbling wheels every day through
the streets of town.
A daily repeat, much like the
way the planet orbits around the sun.
Oh public bus, you're a vessel full
of masses, yet you navigate the
depths of the city as if you were
a sailor on the ocean.

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In you, public bus, strangers face each other—
some weary, others cheerful—
each one on a journey.
Young and old, hideous and beautiful,
we find ourselves aboard daily,
in the heart of the town, though
the paths that converge and diverge
lead us through streets, avenues,
musty corners, and beyond.

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You never tire or wear out.
In distant village corners,
they hear your clinking,
an extraordinary rhythm
produced only by your engine.

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Oh public bus, what a wonder you are