the world's a stage

If it really was, I'd wonder who the stagehands and backup crew would be, and especially who the director of the entire play was. Puppets are being made of people, then and now. I have seen it everywhere, where there are a few masterminds at work manipulating people, and exploiting them. I really do not know where I would stand; maybe as the one of the stagehands. Toiling so hard, enduring so much, yet receiving hardly any recognition at all, only to be referred to as "all those who have contributed in one way or another". Or worse, being ridiculed and mocked at. Am I the persecuted, or the persecutor? We will not be able to comprehend all this until this whole production ends. Or is it time for the curtain call already? I hope there won't be any encores though.