What would you do,
If your best friend was reaped?
Remember and smile, or break down and weep.
No way to help her;
This much you can see,
But together you lived, and together you'll be.
…
What would you say,
As she told you goodbye?
Pulling her tight, or pretending to lie.
No way to help her;
This much you can see,
But together you lived, and together you'll be.
…
What would you think,
As she pretended to love?
To throw away you, and kiss him instead.
No way to help her;
This much you can see,
But together you lived, and together you'll be.
…
What would you remember,
If she didn't come back?
The good times together, or her broken and hacked.
No way to help her;
This much you can see,
But together you lived, and together you'll be.
…
What would you look at,
When she walked in alone?
Begging for life, or running for home.
No way to help her;
This much you can see,
But together you lived, and together you'll be.
…
What would you talk of,
As the battle raged on?
The memories and laughter, or the Capitols pawn.
No way to help her;
This much you can see,
But together you lived, and together you'll be.
…
What would you feel,
When she made her first friend?
Her time drawing near or her heart start to mend.
No way to help her;
This much you can see,
But together you lived, and together you'll be.
…
What would you hear,
As she called out his name?
A lifetime time of horror, or a chance of refrain.
No way to help her;
This much you can see,
But together you lived, and together you'll be.
…
What would you see,
As she offered to die?
A chance at her freedom, or an enemy nigh.
No way to help her;
This much you can see,
But together you lived, and together you'll be.
What would you have,
If you're lover let go?
Loved him instead, with nothing to show.
No way to help her;
This much you can see,
But together you lived, and together you'll be.
…
What would you do,
If you could take it all back?
Kiss her for real and make up for lack.
No way to help her,
This much you can see,
But you made a mistake, and this it'll be.
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Yes, so new and improved, including actual punctuation, (sorry about that!) an epilogue, and a few tweaks. I hope you liked it, and thanks SO much all eight of you who reviewed! I wrote this poem in the seconds after I saw the first Hunger Games trailer. So, like in an hour. It took some time, but I personally think this is one of my best.
I'm working on the next chapter, and have the first couple of lines as a teaser ready!
We're the poor who curse your name
Who cut the loss and reap the gain
Who chose to fight until you lose
Or chose to win on hangman's noose.
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We're the rich who win the game,
Who steal the poor and reap your names,
Who take it all away from you,
And living off 'we never knew.'
Thanks again, and watch for the new chapter!
-SN