This Day Poem by sheade rudman

The sun sets behind
The concrete mountain....
With the stained glass glimmer
Of the remainder of day....
A constant battle within in this jungle...
Cut throat to cut throat....
The weak perish among the few..
With this embodiment of slaves...
Thou should rise or thou shall tremble and fall
Among them all...
The quitters, the doubters the broken few...They
Will pull us down if we find them true...
Stand tall in thy own failure...
Embrace life's truth...
We can't give up...in this we must trust