Roses and Thorns

In a world where thorns are on a higher scale,
The roses don't stand a chance against,
The sharp pointy disgust they had as a part of them,
That they had always wanted to detach from them,
Was now what they couldn't fight or break.

The thorns are now as big as can be,
And no they would not be as treacherous as the rose,
As snobby as it was to be such an elegant specie,
Now that it has the ability to be known,
It shall only make the rose an heiress to it's throne.'