They want us not to love
They want us to be aware of horror
They want us to feel ridiculous or clumsy
When we sing in the rain,
They growl like beasts
They use sarcasm
They worship irony and screams
Because they are empty of water and beauty,
They want us to lose our teeth
They want us not to find the word tenderness in the dictionary,
They laugh at madness and dreams
They are cows, they are bears, they are rational stones
Scarecrows of sweetness,
They want us to be afraid of love
Because they are terrified
That we will turn
the world into paradise.