Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.
The screams rip through the air and tear at your heart with sharp, bloody claws
Dying, painful, terrible screams
The screams of the once living
The screams of the currently dead
The wind whispers through the trees, spreading the news of those who have taken their last breath
Those who no longer see this horrible scenery
Those who will never hear a scream again
Those who will not have to endure the pain, the agonizing pain
The voice booms through the air, much too enthusiastic for an event such as this
Indifferent to the torture
Ignorant of the brutality
Blissfully unaware of the inhumanity, the immorality
The sun shines in the sky, as if it does not know of the terrible things that have transpired
Oblivious to the circumstances
Not caring about the pain
Continuing on with its way of life
The grass is tainted with blood, and I cringe as I walk on it
On the blood of the dead
On the blood of those who screamed
On the blood of the ones who failed
We are stuck in this cruel world, and we don't know any way out
No escape from the cruelty
Stuck inside a world of violence
This place of never-ending death
Oh, wow. That turned out a lot darker than I'd intended. Oh well, I like it anyway. I don't usually get into the morbid, depressing stuff, and I guess this poem is my first tentative step. This is just a quick, boredom-induced free verse about how brutal Panem really is, but I guess you'd already gathered that much. Reviews are appreciated; flames are used to burn anyone involved in Cinna's death. Let me know what you think!
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