Can You Say?

How is it? He says...
He came, saw and conquered
Being a victim of weakness
But, for me, it’s my bread

All of them here...
Look at nothing
Physically conquer
And shabbily leave

I didn't choose this fate
Forced into the oldest trade
When one's weakness
Is my strength

Is it not I, who has won?
Why do they claim then?
Why I should bow?
My head in shame