The White Rose Poem by Emilee Tetherow

I close my eye and see rainbows flowing from the skies
But when I open them, I see bombs dropping.
As many groups and Jews get sent to execution camps to die,
The White Rose and I try to take the Nazi’s rein.
Night and day we work on the press
Just trying to get the word out.
But I made a mess,
I pushed the letter off the edge and heard an old man shout.
My brother and I got arrested.
The White Rose has fallen.
Investigator man yelled and spit in my face,
With a cold, heartless look.
They broke me,
Broke me into confessing.
The president wasn’t all that nice either.
Accused me of being unright and unjust.
No matter how much I pleaded and prayed,
He still saw through the eyes of Hitlers daze.
Mr. President ordered our execution for that day.
I wish I would have had that ninety nine days
But im not ashamed for it to be today.
For today is February 22,1943
The last day of my life.
They take me first.
The feeling of the cold, rough geatine wood is uneasy,
I wait and wait then I feel the cold blade creeping on my neck.
*PLOP*
Emilee Tetherow/Hour 6