They will call us mad

When they know about us

They will call us mad

They will deem us sick

They will strap our hands in a straitjacket

They’ll erase us so that the records keep making sense

So that their science isn’t contradictory

So that none of them is proven wrong

So that they can go back home

Safe in their knowledge the world is still the same

And in the shadow,

As we spit the blood between our broken teeth

We will plant our fingers so deep in the mud

They will know

We are here to stay

And it is time for the world to change again