A/N- We've all heard it before, "No one wins the Hunger Games". This apt phrase is so oft repeated that it's become cliche. I wanted to try to take this phrase and present it in a new way, that felt less predictable. Tell me whether or not you think I got it right. (Sorry about the weird break between the stanzas. FF won't allow page breaks. Also, if you somehow came to the conclusion that I own the Hunger Games you need to go back to grade school.)
Where are the victors?
I don't see any here.
All I see's a frightened child,
Whose eyes are filled with tears.
Please show me the winners,
Because I've yet to meet them.
All I see's a broken boy,
Who has lost all his friends.
I haven't met your champions,
The ones you hail are small.
You brag their deeds but I can see,
They feel no pride at all.
Where have the successful gone?
Has the morphling slipped them away?
Or are these the so-called successful?
That can't be the truth, I pray.
The conquerors of which you speak,
Are still unknown to me.
These guilty, mourning young ones,
Conquerors they cannot be.
Why can't you show me triumph?
I'm only finding pain.
I guess there are no true winners,
When it comes to the Hunger Games.