The Sun Don't Shine In Gotham

I've seen filtered skies
Well adjusted 
    Move darkness eyes,
Light steers clear of here
So much so.....
We don't glimpse trampled up dust,
Good deeds
Not done enough;
But what's done, is force feeding
The demons
All their sins, to retain force field filter
            And keep the filth in.
I wonder why.....
There's always rain
            The poor,
      And helpless exclaim.....
It aides in washing the tears away.
Along my walk
Through the chess-board city
Apart of the dark
Watching, people move
As pawns and puppets;
Tracing strings to source
Illuminating evil, with a darker evil.

I know why
The sun don't shine
Here.....it is the perfect fit
For the dark knight's mask.