Poem

 Martial Law

Humanity buried on darkness by the light of the sun

Filled with fraud hopes

The crowns of men on powers abode closest to the light

While the weak, cornered in immortal night

Soldiers in green, coerce their law like a brutal commander

Because of it, people see the beginning of the end

Believing they would spend the liter of their lives in the dark

Just like the bat inhabiting the caves

Their souls are already consumed by the hot ice in the silent void

This is ---Martial Law

Indeed a curse yet still helpful to some extent.