The Orangeman Poem by John Agandin

And in the last days one arose
Wielding great power and fury
With hair the colour of fire
A tongue speaking many profanities
And he could not be tamed or quieted
His words darkened the sun by day
And at night the stars were grieved
And wept and fled to hide from him
Many that heard that voice unawares
Were snared and alienated
For they listened and comprehended not
As indeed they were the words
Both empty and noxious
Words that stirred hearts to hate,
To division and poverty of thought.
When he shits the nations raged
And even Melkor cowered in Otumno
Foreboding the wrath to come.
For verily verily he is come
To divide the nations and the peoples
Light and darkness shall be as one
And there shall be no day nor night
For an age and a time.