Disclaimer: I am not Suzanne Collins, and do not claim ownership over Hunger Games, Catching Fire, or the following material.
Note: In a sudden spurt of inspiration, I have decided to make a series of twelve poems, each representing a District, and what it truly means to belong to them. I'll be going in order. I will love you forever if you read&review! Thankies! -E.v.
Royalty
Like on the very sun
The people of the Capitol rely
Behind our beautiful façade
Swords clash
Shields rattle
Knives fly
We are warriors
Screaming, rocketing, charging
Into the unknown
Fearlessly
From the womb
We learn to thunder
To whisper
To connive and deceive
We learn to act
To ally
To kill and maim
We all hide behind stone masks
Neither as true
As the other believes
Cowardice
We know
Comes with failure and death
Bravery
We know
Comes with glory and riches
We must strive
We must fight
For how else
Do we please the Capitol
If not with our
Shiny trinkets
Glimmering jewels
Beautiful children?
Each the next
Generation
We thrash, and snap, and bite
To be our own
To know ourselves
While we grow
We only know pain
We must avoid pain
And so we fight
We do not understand
Ourselves
Our world
Our fight
However
I will not differ
I will be the same
Otherwise
I will die
And within my home
Death is never acceptable.
Relinquish is never acceptable.
Failure is never acceptable.
Even after we live
Simple victory is never acceptable enough.
So I stand
Head high
As I choose the arena
The fate
The fight
The challenge
And, when my time comes
If it must
I choose the death.