A Tale of Three Cities

The prince laughs the queen laughs the court laughs the straw and the horses of the court laugh stupidly in your city. The court's tanks come firing at doors and bodies they pass over the crushed corpses of cats, dogs, people, burning the greenhouses the curtains the smiles in my city. We running weeping toward each other's arms in the shelter of a stone or a willow tree, far from all the cities of the world...