The Opressive Orange

They closed the gigantic gate The orange mice are behind the bars They lost their hope in fate The strange color so far it frost their freedom rope, the hate of the orange honey in the jar and its bitter taste The mice were locked up there their actions the owner irritate houses were knocked ,but their fashions and the orange suits came late Orange is to be eternally worn Strange; to the stigma is a token in jail, prison and the bay Orange layer is prayed to be torn The change has to be spoken The mice in there , but no word to say