THREE

 I set a silly puzzle,

As I listen to the drizzle,

Splattering on the roof.

I devise an equation to solve a situation,

That needs no solution.

 

There are three cities, built next to three rivers.

Two thirds are on islands,

And two other thirds have risen

To overthrow cruel rulers;

But only one has been burnt

By bombs from the sky.

And one third of the cities

Organises massive grovelling

To a silly king.

 

Many cities are older,

And the three won’t last forever

Beasts will walk on their ruins,

While the rivers roll on.