Poetry by Alex Paschuck

so they reach for the stars

birds so soft
gentle and sweet summer's here
beautiful day goes by
in a meaningless way

children laugh and play
just to think one day
play turns into a violent rage

games become a once forgotten
haze, money lunges out as praised

so they reach for the stars, money and cars
grab their knives just to have fun
and put the new innocents
on the run

love becomes lust
hugs become kisses,
kisses become sex

makes you think everything isn't soft
cuddly and pink
no more
now police are knocking at your door

--Alex Paschuck

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