The ends justify the means

The ends justify the means
Always
That’s the spirit of the age
Win at any cost
Losers are a different breed
A different animal
Lower in value
Not even a question of class any more
But classification
Family
Genus
Species
Detritus
Scum
Not worthy
Innocent
Too stupid to know how to win
How to cheat
To always beat the opposition
For that’s how it’s done
The dirty little secret
Shared only between winners
In whom we trust