The Mutant Haters: (A Poem)
Professor Xavier, I must say you really do make me laugh.
At least Magneto understands the nuances of evolution and
the survival of the fittest.
Do you think we hate your kind because you are merely
"different" from us?
Merely because you have powers we do not have?
Because "People hate and fear what is different"?
Do you think our hatred of your kind springs
from age-old bigotry, prejudice, and racism?
Would you make common cause with the blacks,
Indians, Jews, and all the oppressed of the world?
A difficult thing to do since you have the powers
of the gods.
Indeed, like the angels descended or demons
ascended onto the Earth.
Do you think we hate your kind merely
because you can shoot laser beams
from your eyes, fly through the air unaided,
have metallic skin, can teleport, control
the weather, or live for centuries?
Your kind gives us no particular fear
for our physical safety, you know.
We do not believe your mutant nature
makes your kind especially inclined
But that is what you think, isn't it?
That is why you think we hate you.
Despite your great powers, you and
your kind are as much intellectual
pygmies as the neanderthals, whose brains
our ancestors bashed in, giving us sole
possession of this world.
By the way, Professor, we will not
share possession of this world.
Let me make this simple so that even
you can understand.
You are, for us, death.
You are, for us, extinction.
You are, for us, annihilation.
For some of us, you are anxiety
that we were not the perfection
of God's will,
the fruition of nature.
The fact that you are means that
one day we will cease to be.
But there is hope, Professor.
We have not the physical weapons
of the other beasts of the land, sea,
and air either.
But we are sovereign because we
We have the ability to make tools,
and use technology to shape our
We will extinguish every last one of
That is why we created the Sentinels!