When people hurried through rail station
As if they had unopened eyes -
One priest there stopped in common motion
And started hall to scrutinize.
It seemed as if there was someone
Who groaned and he saw a man.
He turned around repeating sermon
And quickly then to helpless run.
How they drew him away and beat him -
All that man quietly explained.
It was indifferent to people,
But John there for help remained.
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