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
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