【E】...I have no idea what to name this poem as

Forewords: This was a random inspiration during one self-study session at school. I guess it reflected some of the conflicts I'm having with myself? Also it's some thoughts on reality and stuffs in the news. Please do give me comments if there's any ♪(^∇^*)

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The span of our history sheathed with war,

Most of the writings spoke tales of gore.

The pleading of those at mercy, both weak and shrill,

Vague and dilated by the grunting from the urge to kill.

They never learn,

For they know only to yearn.

Desire constantly ached in their heart,

Calling a new round and a shuffle of cards.

Some pondered on their existence,

While bullets and shells punctured the resistance.

Blindly and unsightly,

Have mercy on humanity.

The calls of the leading pulled the crowd,

The howls of the alpha, clear and loud.

‘They followed for protection.’

‘They were allured by acceptance.’

Smoke and mirrors,

Words and headers.

Indulged in the fog,

It was the boiling pot’s frog.

Morals and ethics,

The craze brought forth by fanatics.

Countless accuse directed at the person,

Who laughingly presented his innocence.

The jurist required alibi,

Ah, there wasn't anyone else on the ride.

The public were fazed,

So did the one who brought them to their graves.

For the sake of conquest and success,

The supreme never jests,

Hear the thunder of monstrous tracks,

Was anyone actually taking in all the wounded at the back?

It was always ‘them’ and ‘they’,

Even when their glory fades.

Nobody look in eye to see themselves reflects.

Everyone prefers to relax.

A puppet on strings,

Performed to the public.

Tricking me? Just by numerous clinks?

Such a foolish dream.

Money and gold,

The conspiracy unfolds.

Treaties and contracts,

It was all an illusion of which they dared not confess.

It was all what I had to see,

Reminding myself constantly not to be of what they did.

You had sinned and shall remain unforgiven. They said.

Crooked smile unseen by the eyes caked with blood of the corpses they laid.

Chains and shackles bound us all,

The ignorant locked while the rebellious ignored.

They asked questions of what angelic of us remains,

How silly, who can stay alive long enough to still be unmaimed?

You crowned those who displeasures as sinners,

You thought none will find out what you hid that gleans and glimmers.

When will the will never succumb to sloth and avarice?

Thoughts flew and wandered as I spat out another lie.

It took me a while to see through all this.

So did it take a while for me to know me.

The latter never occurred,

I am still living in a slur.