With saffron covered mantle he,
Lay quietly at the platform shade,
No word of any destination be,
But he seemed free of any cage
With little care of the world around,
Bewilderment in his eyes,
Sea of money, goods and worriness abound,
Of cruelty to fellow man, a universe despised
Train came screeching in, the cretins boarded on,
His mind was visibily shaken, they had found their true song
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