If lifted in anger

-the fist is no more

Forgive not the peasant

-the fodder of war

Games played to fulfill

-the legends of old

Till called on a bluff

-a system will fold

We search and we dig

-for what is in hand

To sift and destroy

-the castles of sand

The tide washes near

-sacred battlefield

It washes away

-both sword and shield

Lost city, Atlantis

-swept out to see

Now hearts are left golden

-a people set free