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The City

Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
In a land where they never see rain or snow
And where the sun only shines every other day
Is where it’s always the twenty-fifth of May.
We find a people downtrodden and tired:
Lacklustre, bored and uninspired.
It’s been this way for many generations
Ever since mutually respectful relations
Broke down suddenly one fateful night
When an alien and a resident got in to a fight
Over a girl (of course, couldn’t you guess?)
The alien lost the fight and in his eagerness
To regain his superiority and the upper hand
Placed a dreadful curse across the land:
He condemned the residents who were there that day
To relive over and over again the twenty-fifth of May
And to find sunshine only every forty-eight hours
It was a vicious abuse of his alien powers
The people cried “This is cruel and unfair!”
He told them “Give me the girl with the golden hair
And I’ll give you back the lives you had before
And I promise that you’ll hear from me no more”
The people consulted, talked and reached a decision
That they would never change their position
“The girl is one of us and does not want to be
Taken away from her family, her friends, her community”
They told the all-powerful petulant alien being
Who was reluctantly forced into agreeing
To remove the curse he’d placed upon that place
But he felt no sense of shame or disgrace
For he had learned a lesson about human-kind:
That when they are all of one mind
It was almost impossible to defeat them by fear
And that it’s their principles that they hold most dear
Above fear of death or brutal subjugation
And they shrugged off hardship and intimidation.
But it was their love and caring for one another
That was their greatest strength above all other.
The alien realised he could not win the battle
And that the people he ruled over were more than cattle
Now, outside the city where the pomegranates grow
Kids and adults revel in the rain and snow
And May twenty-fifth is celebrated as a holiday
Because it’s the day that the alien rulers went away.
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