In tribute to Cato- the boy who just wanted to live.
I lived my life believing it was right
To murder and to kill with all my might
I always thought the hunger games were good
If only I had known, I never would
I volunteered to make my family proud
And now what's left of me is in a shroud
I thought that I could live on without guilt
But with shame I brought my sword out from its hilt
I wanted to survive, to live through all the pain
But once the end was near those that I trusted had me slain
I loved my previous Clove but I was sure that I would win
But once in the arena every kill felt like a sin
But even so I knew that I would have to come back home
Each day in the arena I would kill while I would roam
And once there Were two more tributes alive
To win was all I wanted; to survive
The capital set out a pack of mutts
Which snapped at me, each bruise each little cut
And then I saw the others, running too
And in those mutts I saw bright hope anew
I climbed the cornucopia with the last two
I taunted them with words of Thresh and Rue
I inly thought that it would help me live
But in the end my life I had to give
I grabbed the boy and grasped him, neck and all
But then she shot my hand and I began to fall
The mutts began to eat me, ripping me to shreds
I felt such pain, I saw nothing but red
The pain was just unbearable, so horrible so cruel
And then I knew that all along I'd just been one small tool
They ripped at me till I was just a lump of bleeding flesh
I realized what I had done, killing boys and girls like Thresh
And finally after hours of pain, the girl came and saw
My body laying on the ground, my flesh all red and raw
And then she drew an arrow, and shot me in the head
My suffering was ended, I was gone and dead
I never got to live my life, I never got to see
What happened in Panem, what should have happened to me
But though I'm gone forever more I know my story lives on
The boy who only wanted to live, the boy who's life is gone.
Alright, there's my poem for Cato. Maybe it will make you feel pity for him, the boy who never got to live. For me, Catos death was rubber up for saddest,following Rue. When he said please... it kills me. It's so sad. So this is dedicated to Cato, the boy who never went home.
