Katniss Everdeen


Everyday you hunt

Your days are blunt


And once a year

The Reaping comes here


24 tributes will compete

And all will be beat


When 23 are dead

The Victor will be called up ahead


Every year you hope you aren't picked

For the games only bring conflict


And your beloved sister, her first reaping has come

And if she is picked they will throw her away as if she were a crumb


Her chances are slim, but not impossible

And of course, it was possible


Then you volunteer

She screams for you and starts to tear


But you stand up tall for the show

As your long hair starts to flow


And the only words you can repeat

May the odds be ever in your favor, you piece of meat

Happy Hunger Games!