XAVIER'S POEM


It seems to be a thousand years I fought 'gainst
        regulation, 
of anybody different, in mind or deformation.  
Struggling to make them see; resist this old
        foundation, 
Which turns the masses' backs upon all kinds of a 
        mutation.

I formed a group of children, to bring 'bout liberation,
and taught them how to use their gifts to save the mutant
        nation, 
and in their hearts I saw my dream growing in
        gestation, 
and prayed that it would save my world from its own 
        damnation.

But still we find there're always those for 
        obliteration
of me and mine in our quest for dreams of our 
        creation. 
Or sought to bring the world down in a grand 
        conflagaration, 
or kill at random groups of souls to show their 
        indignation.

I threw my children at them all in wonderous exultation,
for they did win every time, and in appreciation,
I swelled their masses even more in constant recreation 
of the dream I had dreamed to bring on affirmation.

Wouldn't matter man or woman, not any definition.  
Everyone would celebrate the very innovation 
of a world where everyone had their liberation, 
and praised and cried the strength of any kind of 
        adaptation.

But sometimes dreams are hard to keep when one's in 
        isolation,
and loneliness and guilt and grief invite in contemplation-
that perhaps the dream was flawed since its declaration,
and these thoughts along this path brought me desolation.

A thousand years, a million years, we've had altercations.
You cannot change this in one life- in just a generation.
We pushed too hard, we pushed too fast, we caused this 
        aggravation.
By our very actions, brought our own incrimination.

We spent our time fighting those who enjoyed exploitation.
Stopping mutants who were into hate and devestation.
But did we use our powers best, I think with hesitation,
Or were we the salt on the wounds of this 
        inflammation?

I never saw us fight a flood or stand in arbitration.
We did not go to help those hurt by earth or fire 
        gustation, 
we turned our backs on starving souls who sought 
        emancipation,
and let the deserts take the land and all its vegetation.

How can we be heroes and reject our own worlds' nations,
ignoring those who need us to fight some crazed creation.
No wonder they do hate us though, and all of our mutations
which we use for our own good and our own ovation.

The dream, it could not hold up, built on such frustration.
That doesn't mean the dream is dead- it needs a new 
        foundation.
We'll seek not wars but peace in a new manifestation.
The X-Men will not stand apart in dehumanization.

And the X-Men will be heroes and bring us all salvation.

        If I survive Bastion...

                And his legislation

                        Against liberation
                
                                That's based on hate.





                                        Lori McDonald
                                        April 1997
Lori
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