The Bus Queue Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Charging through a heaving horde
The battling just to get on board,
Elbows flail and tempers flare
With looks that say, “Just you dare”!
It’s bus rage like we’ve never known,
No queues exist, we’re on our own,
A selfish race is what we’ve built,
Devoid of morals, free from guilt.
The animosity shown on faces
Contempt and hatred to other races,
Every colour, creed’s to blame
And all of us should feel that shame.
How many offer up their seat
To those less able on their feet,
Respect no longer lives in us
Especially on a London bus!