Tell me, why
Are your lips stuck shut with glue?
Are you mute?
Why do you not speak?
As the sky burns red in California
And black blood runs through the street
Why are you shooed?
From your couch, from your soft bed
You can speak for two
You can speak for a few
But you do not.
You are as silent as a lamb
Even as the fire burns at your door
It is on you.

Max is a 12th grader from Melbourne, Australia who is interested in writing, environmental activism and advocacy, literature, politics, and sports.

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