The Prophets Stone.

The worst of the other gangs of New York
Is a group of past professors of Eugenics
That which was on their plate stayed beyond time
So it came to pass their bad deeds no longer seen
Lessing the day membership in hate groups and others trashed
But the cause is not clearly understood in large beliefs
Unless by this they rule the world about them not continue
Whoever more stupid concurs, hate is being brought to closing day
But there is a whispered light in now horizon
Set to read find and fill so when you follow
The klans of hate not withstanding those more unmentioned
There will always be conflict and shoes to fill
So it brings here where it began perhaps
Brought by foot boat plane or by the Telly Tube
There is where we have come and what we see to follow
The crisis, standing on the prophets stone
So you are, so you write, sowing good or wrought by stone
The scales of their justice the sum of their days
Brought to tears now among its ruins.