Who is to blame?

To those who have tried to mount up,
To reach the ladder top and gaze down,
To those who didn't even try,
And to those who fell from the ladder top,
Who could never rise again,
The open ribs in the market square.
The defamed folks that screetches for their belly.
The morgued friends that laid down their batton,
Or the gasping brothers who were so born,
All united under the tongue lashes of the strong.
One needs to truly a ask
Who is to blame?