Labels.

Too many labels for too many people, too many men and their ill accrued fables.

So, a segment of a poem pertinent for an eternity:

Yes, I abhor thee and thy throne,

Oh, miscreant in despot's clothing!

Thy doom, they children's dying groan,

I witness them with mirthful loathing.

Upon thy brow one reads the sign

of subject peoples' degradation,

World's horror, blemish of creation,

Reproach on earth the Divine.