Let me make it plain. You gotta make way for the Homo Superior.
Look at your children, see their faces in golden rays. Don’t kid yourself
they don’t belong to you. They’re the start of a coming race. The earth
is a bitch, we’ve finished our news. Homo Sapiens have outgrown their
use. All the strangers came today, And it looks as though they’re here…
THE TOMORROW PEOPLE