We are the ones who were left behind to build the others up
The shoulders to stand on, the fingers to step on
The cubicle dwelling nine-to-fivers
Paying with their overtime hours and endless projects
For a two-week corporate manager vacation
We are the children whose school graduation
Is an experiment in efficiency and standardized test scores
Whose recess is canceled for studying, to keep up with the world
The extra Hobbits in the Fellowship of the Rings
The other 299 not named in 300
The stage the Oscar winners get to walk across
The forgotten, the looked over, the statistics
A foundation for the glamorous few
But at least we have a common oppression to hold us together
Something to link us with each other, somewhere to belong
Even if it isn't remembered by anyone else
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