A poem I wrote for school last year on the subject of oppression. Inspired by the hobbits under Saruman's control (specifically mentioned, but not by name).
Evil Times
The freedoms that they long to hold
Are stripped from them as money gold
The light that shone upon their race
Replaced by tear-streams on the face
Beneath the moon, beneath the sun
The troubled times have now begun
With wolf-like men who rule the land
Under the wizard's evil hand
Darkness stretches fingers long
Depressing hearts that once were strong
They cannot choose the life they live
All they own, away they give
A few defy, the few who fight
Trying to regain their right
To hold their future in their grasp
But against the wolves, they cannot last
My heart is troubled by their pain
I feel grief time and time again
How could they strip a race so fair
Of golden sun upon their hair?
When evil takes its final breath
And darkness falls from king to death
Maybe the world will regain its smiles
And banish all of evil's guiles
The people of oppressèd places
May once more run triumphant races
If the fight does not run low
Someday, maybe, the dark shall go