White Rose
A scream surrounded by grey walls is trying to get through
on the wooden desk
a piece of paper
is waiting
for the last words to be written
piece of paper
started it all
refusing to participate in führer's circus
a piece of paper
tried to spread the word
in polluted minds of the people
piece of paper
declared the war to their false prophecy
and there was no alternative
now
decapitated bodies paid the price for
by cowardice silenced humanity
waiting till this
justice charade gets tired of self-delusion
face to face
she said to them
- all of you will soon be standing where we are standing now -
she was right
and
sun is still shining
*In memory of the White rose members execution.
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