Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games. If I did, would I really sit at my computer and write FanFiction?
A new day comes as the times are turning,
Martyrs struggle in the glorious fight
And for those we've lost, souls are yearning.
A million wrongs have set the masses churning,
They kill and die for what is right
And we can tell that the famous flames are still burning
Every inch of land, with blood they're earning,
A righteous revolution becomes a plight.
And for those we've lost, souls are yearning.
The bodies pile up, their count concerning,
Those who still live are fleeing in fright.
But all that one can see are the famous flames still burning.
Between men and children, they aren't discerning,
They just kill and burn throughout the night.
And for those we've lost, souls are yearning.
The children hope to see their fathers returning,
They wait from dawn to dusk and back to light.
And for those we've lost, souls are yearning
But all I know is to keep the flames burning
This is a poem version of a "What if the rebellion failed and Katniss was put to death?" It's basically talking about how Katniss's influence still lives on, and the Mockingjay is what inspired the new rebellion. Let me know what you think in a review!