Why don’t the blades of grass
Curl away from the flame
How dare the sun
Not hide its head in shame
Why does that tree
Stand so tall
Why don’t the stars
Click off and fall
Your being is twisted
Your body is burned
Life is ending
But the world is preserved
Curl away from the flame
How dare the sun
Not hide its head in shame
Why does that tree
Stand so tall
Why don’t the stars
Click off and fall
Your being is twisted
Your body is burned
Life is ending
But the world is preserved
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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