Let The Games Begin
A Hunger Games Poem
Standing in the crowd, you shake with fear
For the nightmare of you town in here
People shout, cameras start rolling
Your countdown to death is now tolling
A wave of purple, a shade of haze.
The colors blur as she walks onto the stage
When she speaks she lays your deathbed
Your life will soon come to its end
She calls one kid, they won't last for sure.
The murderer smiles, it's sickening of her.
How can she be happy on the day
She sends children to their graves?
The next name is said, your jaw drops in surprise
For it's your name they said, you fight the urge to cry
Your legs are jelly, but you force your way
To Death waiting on the stage
You look at your fellow tribute you know you'll both die
You feel sick as the Capitol woman lies
"May the odds ever be in your favor, you'll do just fine!"
"You can win it! This is your time!"
The Peacemakers guide you to the Town Hall
To see your loved ones before the deadly brawl
You kiss your family, your friends hope you won't die
And you're left to cry after your final goodbye.
The next days blur, Capitol and training
Practicing to be the last one remaining
You're learning now how to be a killer,
And your fellow tribute? You know you must kill her.
The days are done, your final hour has come
You are sickened that the Gamemakers find this fun.
Your prep team smiles, they wish you good luck
But they know you're going down, just like a buck.
The platform begins to rise
Your fellow tribute plans to hide
The countdown is starting, the count to your end
And now the announcer yells, "Let the Games begin!"
