poem about the new world order controlling monsters

In the new world order, monsters roam,

Their power reigns, their presence known, Their claws sharp, their teeth gleaming, Their eyes glowing, their souls teeming.

They control the masses with an iron grip, Their influence spreading, their agenda hip, Their voices loud, their words deceiving, Their actions hidden, their motives leaving.

The people cower, the monsters reign, Their freedom gone, their hope in vain, Their lives controlled, their fate uncertain, Their future bleak, their spirits burdened.

But some still fight, some still resist, Their spirits strong, their wills persist, Their hearts ablaze, their courage soaring, Their minds sharp, their resolve unyielding.

And so the battle rages on, The monsters versus those who belong, The outcome unclear, the future unknown, But hope still flickers, and seeds are sown.

For even in the darkest night, There is always a glimmer of light, And though the monsters may seem unbeatable, There is always a chance that they are defeatable.