Unchanged Suspects

Remaining the same unchanged suspects.
Coming today to debate and argue,
Amongst themselves.
As to why their participation,
Has resulted in destruction.
After warned and repeatedly being told...
Minds attracted to other minds,
Noticeably dysfunctioned.
Together when creating chaos, conflicts...
Division and havoc,
They perceive the doing of this to be...
A proving to show their devotion and loyalty,
To the many who have followed to pledge...
Allegiance to a keeping of kept ignorance,
Wherever it is to support and endorse it.

'No one could possibly be born that stupid!'

'When a cake is homemade,
And baked that way.
Awaiting it ready to come from one oven.
Not too often,
Are the ingredients for that cake to bake.
Discovered by knocking on neighbors doors.
With time taken doing this,
Around one's entire neighborhood.
Hoping to find another way,
To bake what looks like a cake...
Without an oven heated to put it in.'

'What has any of that to do,
With being mentally dysfunctional.
And following along behind,
A destructive crowd?'

'One should already know,
The taste of violence can become addictive.
And the results of this kind of craving.
Can spoil one's appetite for life to live.
And the need to knock on doors,
To discover what one should already know?
Is a pointless effort to explain,
That useless endeavor to expect understood!
Like buying children guns.
To have them believe are toys?
Done to have their minds,
Indoctrinated to and wish the real thing!'

'Your point of view?
Is all over the place and everywhere else.'

'This I know.
And where do you think,
Your issues started your troubles to begin...
As if to rise overheated from nowhere?'