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Fic: " God Help The Mutants" PG (1/1)

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  • neh@post10.tele.dk
    Hi all, Just a little something I wrote. This is a darker look on how it feels like to be a mutant in a world which fears and hates them . This story can fit
    Message 1 of 1 , Mar 31, 2001
      Hi all,
      Just a little something I wrote.
      This is a darker look on how it feels like to be a mutant in a
      world "which fears and hates them".
      This story can fit both comic and movie world.
      Feedback: Please?

      God Help The Mutants By Nadja Lee 22/03/01
      English is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.
      Disclaimer: "X-men" and all the characters here belong to Marvel , 20
      Century Fox and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur
      fan fiction, and I make no money of it.
      Disclaimer: " God Help The Outcasts" was sung in Disney's wonderful
      movie "The Hunchback Of Notre Dame" and all they wrote is theirs and
      belong to them and Disney. I intend no infringement, this is a piece
      of amateur fan fiction, and I make no money of it.
      Only the original idea contained within this work is the property of
      the author. Please do not copy this story to any website or archive
      without permission of the author.
      Timeline: Set after the movie/ anywhere in the comic world
      Universe: Movie/comic
      Pairing: None
      Summary: Someone makes a plea for help
      Archiving: Want, ASK, take, have.
      Feedback: Yes, please. My e-mail address is neh@....
      Rating: PG
      Thanks to Christina for the Beta.

      I don't know if You can hear me
      Or if You are even there
      I don't know if You will listen
      To a humble prayer
      They tell me
      I'm just an outcast
      I shouldn't speak to You
      But I see Your face
      And wonder
      Were You once
      An outcast too?

      God help the outcasts
      God help the mutants
      Hungry from birth
      Show them the mercy
      They don't find on Earth
      Lost and forgotten
      They look to you still
      God help the outcasts
      Or no one will

      And odd
      Is crimes for which
      The world shows
      Little pity
      Hidden away
      Always in darkness
      Let them live
      Just one day
      Out there
      In the sunlight
      And for once
      Let them walk
      Without fear

      I have seen
      Women cry for their dead children
      I have seen
      Children beg for food on empty bellies
      I have seen
      Men die for no crime but their looks or colour
      Always living in fear
      Alone and abandoned
      I beg of You now
      Show them
      You have never left them

      I have felt
      Pain when they spit at those
      Who are less fortune than themselves
      I have felt
      Anger when I have seen them kick
      Those already down
      I have felt
      Despair when I have seen them kill
      An defenceless man for no other crime than
      He was born different from themselves

      I have heard
      Cries for freedom
      Go unanswered
      I have heard
      Cries for help
      Be ignored
      I have heard
      Cries of pain
      Be blocked out
      By the noise of money
      But I have yet to hear
      The gentle starsong
      When someone says
      I`ll help you
      For free

      I have smelled
      The stench of hate
      On people I thought were just
      I have smelled
      The colour of money
      Outweigh the plea for food
      I have smelled
      The sweetness of lovemaking
      Be overflowed by the stench
      Of dried blood

      I have touched
      Broken bodies
      Laying on the ground
      I have touched
      Those unfortunate fates
      And cried in despair
      When I saw
      I was fighting
      One against the
      Blindness and uncaring
      Of an entire nation

      Tears I have let fall
      When I saw
      A woman cradle the body of her murdered husband in her arms
      When I saw
      Children being used, broken and disappear into nothingness
      When I saw
      Men fighting each other for a cause even they can't recall what is
      When I saw
      The single tear running down an old woman's face
      As she plead for me to answer
      Why did it happen?
      Why was she all alone?
      Why had they done this to her family?
      Why was she all alone?
      And I cried a stream of tears
      When I realised
      I couldn't even answer her
      For I wondered too

      Ignorance is a bliss
      They say
      I wonder if that is true
      Do they do all these things
      Out of ignorance
      Or out of hate?
      Do they even care?
      The more I try and understand
      The more I shield away
      From the darkness
      Afraid it'll corrupt me
      As it has them

      I wonder that myself
      Why us?
      Why were we born differently?
      What does it even mean
      Different from who?
      Different from them?
      Who says that THEY
      Aren't the ones who are different from US?
      Is it fate
      Deciding that we should be the outcasts and they not
      Or was it purely accidental?

      Why do they do the things they do?
      Where do all that hate come from?
      All that anger?
      Why take it out on us?
      We have never harmed them
      Why us?
      We are all born
      The way we are
      Nothing can change that
      A power greater than us
      Made us all
      Who are they
      To doubt His wisdom
      In claiming that some
      Of His creations
      Are less "worthy"
      Than others?
      From where do they
      Get that arrogance?

      I often think
      That if all people were born
      All the world's problems
      Would be solved
      No one could judge
      On looks
      Only what was inside
      Would count
      And maybe then
      They'll finally see
      That inside
      We are all the same
      And we all have
      The power to be
      For all we have to do is say
      No matter who you are
      And how you look
      I love you

      I ask for nothing for myself
      I can get by
      But I know
      So many
      Less lucky
      Than I
      God help the outcasts
      The poor
      And tried
      The weak
      And the odd
      I thought we all were
      The children of God

      I don't know
      If there is a reason
      Why the wind moves the trees
      Why the stars sparkle some nights
      They fear us
      Hate us
      Try not to see us
      God help the outcasts
      The tried and poor
      Seeking an answer
      To why they were born

      Let light
      Into their dark world
      Let them see
      That they are not alone
      Teach them
      Help them
      Show them
      There is someone
      Who cares

      You may be outcast
      Don't cast them out
      Let them find a safe harbour
      In Your light
      Let them feel loved
      For just one second
      In their sorrow-filled lives
      Let them feel warmth
      Just for one short moment
      Can't You do that?
      I ask nothing for myself
      But please
      I beg of You
      Do this
      For them?

      The poor
      The unlucky
      The weak
      The deformed
      And the odd
      I thought
      We all were
      The children
      Of God

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