How Low Can What Is Loco Go

Believers of those evil.
Taken below a previous low.
Never before to go loco to see show.

From the top of an escalator.
Going down not up.
With corruption to intend.

Witnessed and observed bringing,
A dropping to the bottom...
Nonstop hatred, division and noticeable,
Doses of selected bigotry.
To attract with a vicious attacking,
Minds limited and addicted to listening...
To someone giving them that fix to fiction,
Their lives lived to accept and believe...
The only enemy they have,
Is truth and its reality!

And bought are the lies to spread them told.
With a getting that fix.
That keeps them crazed and addicted.
To fiction a deluding of truth.
Attracting to attack common sense.
As if a burden to hold onto.
In a mind allergic to facts.

How low can those made cuckoo go.
Loco.
Absent of motive.
Yet set free to serve their craze to praise.
Hoping as time passes,
To them benefits are paid for their actions!

Duped.
And made convinced to defend false beliefs.
That truth and the reality of it to live,
Is an invitation to welcome the enemy...
Into their homes.
Threatening the peace until it leaves.
Gone.
Nolonger there!