Notes About The Poem
From my book
East of Nowhere
White Rose Sophie Scholl
It haunts me to think
that you would die for your ideals
at such a tender age
thinking you are
intellectually superior
and in many ways you were,
but Sophie,
it is such a waste to die so young
for what?
Your offspring could have
carried the flame
continued 'the white rose'
in all its purity and
ideological splendor
but you are right, off course,
even in death and thereafter
Mitt Gott kannst Du alles.
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