Not the seven wonders can heal the world,
Nor the ancient balls to which wizards called,
Nor modern science that entombs hid secrets,
Nor can men’s cutting edge minds bring such feats;
Not the balm nor the love of religion,
Nor new breakthroughs cut by learning’s keen edge,
Nor God’s War to sack a godless region
Can serve the lost Grail to this sickly Age.
For wars by kingdoms have had Peace buried,
And her towers fallen under man’s sworn greed,
Yet more razed stones sealed where her burial hides,
And there the world’s lost elixir abides.
But dig the depths to get the missing Peace,
For with her lies the ages cup we miss!