This one is for the weak people, the pathetic. This is for the people that things happen to; the people that know not how to make things happen for them.
This is for the people that get taken advantage of by the stronger, smarter, more powerful. Without you, the upper echelon would have no one to step on as they climb rung after rung up a ladder of filth and avarice.
Yes, this is dedicated to you: the fatuous, the trusting, those that believe in a better humanity. You fools! You deserve to be trampled upon. In providing the support to the others, you willingly sacrifice your fragile ego to the greater good. You allow the boots of the covetous to be planted firmly upon your face as if its only purpose was to be in that exact position at that exact time, lest the more fortunate – no, the entitled – would not be able to surpass you, as they were always meant to do.
Do not argue, do not fight. Accept your role; accept your rank.
It is you who have been at the bottom of every pile throughout history – the unrecognized, those left out of the history books’ indices.
This is for the weak people. For I am one of you