When stepped on,

Crushed under the heel of life,

We are left with a choice to make,

To cast ourselves into persecuted superiority,

Or resign ourselves to humility.

Dare we call ourselves of better stock?

That which envious vermin of the world despise,

And seek to drag to their level,

Dare we tell ourselves these comforting lies,

To help pick ourselves up and carry on,

Despite crushed spirits.

Dare we ally ourselves with delusions,

Knowing that they may overtake us,

And eventually make our humanity crumble?

Or should we take the route of humility?

Dust ourselves off with a semblance of dignity,

And carry on with wounded pride slowing our steps,

Holding aloft the shame within,

Until it becomes a vault that would crush Atlas.

Dare we go into humility,

Knowing how soon it becomes humiliation,

And erodes us from within?

When crushed under life’s heel,

We are left to a choice,

And neither provide what we need,

For when it comes to life,

We cannot escape being crushed by it.