the poem of a murderer

those cruel hands choose

who will go, and ultimately lose

but the stupid children will volunteer

i am one of them, though i have no fear

stand, wait, think,

oh no the gong i'm late,

and then i can see

all these children who sit at death's gate

i will paint the arena with a deathly glow

only one person to blame and that's, snow

the games have begun

blades, swords knives crash

and the arrows whizzing past

must run, fight, kill, must make them proud

mom and dad, will not put me in the ground

i hear the cries around me, of pain, anguish and hate

the cries of all these children who sit at death's gate

look, see the sword run grab,

must use, must, kill, stab

no,I see it coming the arrow to my brain

and now i don't know why i came

i was a menace a murderer, but that arrow put me straight

now i am just another child sitting on death's gate.