where does all the pain go

Is it stored in the heart
does it escape into words
will it sharpen swords
help bullets fly straight
cause peace from war
make war from peace
it can’t dance but it keeps me on my toes
 
desert sands over life
forty thousand year journey
oceans over life
branches of a tree
sky over life
clowns without masks
 
peace force meal tickets to the stars
all the grass in the world, one blade at a time
all of the rockets into space
all the traces of humanity
every newspaper page tumbling along gutters
world wide waste problems
quick relief committees of moral fibre
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