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What Leading a High School Climate Strike in Minnesota Taught Me

15Apr

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Activism & Social Change

What Leading a High School Climate Strike in Minnesota Taught Me

By Holly Swiglo It is a bitterly cold day, with snow and hail pelting down. Standing atop a wobbly folding chair, pressing a megaphone to my lips for the first time, I look out into the sea of nearly 600 faces before me. I am astounded. There are hundreds more than we expected. A few years ago, I was a shy kid who rarely raised my hand in class. I never would have imagined that now, I would be speaking in front of so many people, including government officials. I am one of the leaders of the Progressives Club at my school. Our club organized and led the Roseville Area High School (RAHS) Walkout For Climate Progress in Roseville, Minnesota. For as long as I can remember, my highest aspiration has been to make the world a better place. I discovered my passion for the natural world ...

Just Another PSA

By Kazi Akter Look closely, What do you see? There isn’t much beauty, Left for you and me. While the buildings get bigger and bigger, The earth’s blanket gets thicker and thicker And your mom dad brother and sister They’re getting sicker and sicker. When I look up at the sky to think and ponder, All I see and hear is lighting and thunder, And the glaciers, they’re being torn asunder. How on earth did we let this happen? I wonder. The ones in office they turn a blind eye When there’s something surely awry Even with proof as clear as the skies They sit there and still deny. If we keep accelerating at this rate We’re doomed to a catastrophic fate But I’m telling you, it’s not too late To bring our planet back to its natural state But until then this’ll be just another PSA...

Protest

By Owen Yingling If we could see them As they see us Shades of past and Not yet forgotten memories They can only look Unchangeable fragments left And we can only touch Reaching blindly towards a future Yet softly weeping earth I see The vanishing light burnt out How can it have undone so many? Requiem for those to come Can it still bear fruit? Brought up from the depths Of this humbled earth Awoken without a sound No relief from the task Among these tides of bodies As they force their way Ransom paid with their labor Can they make us see? That which will undo so much Dim light flickering Solace from weeping earth