Epic Fail

I am in a Sydney bus and it is pandamonium here 
 

The driver don't speak English well but that's not the worst of the case 

As geriatrics drag on board, thugs push through and knock them over 

One whize guy scoffs at people of colour; they take it on their whiskered chins

No one to prioritise mother with baby, for all are equal here: men, women and trans

Equal to hustle without an oz of kindness

And there's no time to sit down before the engine speeds away

I think a coger's done his hip in, and I guess he'll sue the State

The driver gets us lost and now we're stuck in an awkward jam

He kicks a toddler off the bus for drinking in its pram 

What's become of you my friend 

Your electronic scorecard doesn't at all reflect 

All the things you don't get right 

And cause me to reject