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

to villainy.

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

are intelligent.

We have the ability to make tools,

and use technology to shape our

environment.

We will extinguish every last one of

you, Professor.

That is why we created the Sentinels!