I am the White Rose.
Hans & Sophie Scholl,
Their hands planted my delicate seed
In the richest soil
For me to be more powerful
Than Hitler’s regime.

I am the White Rose.
With my petals, I shield the innocent
With honor and reverence.

Am the White Rose.
I will become stronger
Than evil that dresses in brown shirts.
A corruptive army
That marches the damaged streets
As if they were corruptive, bionic machines.

I am the White Rose.
My delicate petals hear children’s
Nightmares eating them alive.

I am the White Rose.
I witness the crimson stained streets,
Innocent limp bodies scorched by Satan himself,
While a dark smoke blackens the air
And poor helpless citizens try to
Escape for their endangered humanity.

I am the White Rose.
I use my thorns to shield the one
Who have done no wrong.

I am the White Rose.
I bloom with pride whilst
I provide shelter for the helpless souls.

I am the White Rose.
I witness the state of misery despair;
It is my right to help the uncorrupt
Seek refuge in this state
Of complete terror and
Desolation.