Lament of the Orthanc Orc

- pilbara orc

What's this thing about the trees
To crush all things below their knees
Another Jackson's prints we paint
With guts and gore before we faint
Ours, is not to question why
If, the wizard's words are wry
Our duty statement is to chop
Then Minas Morgul malls to shop
Who is this Saviour dressed in bark
With piercing eyes and purpose dark
The sighing leaves we cannot read
Our ruined ears no message seed
JRR-T spares us no tear
The unknown orc has fallen here.