Why I fight A hunger games poem
Why I fight when I have no hope?
Sometimes I ask: why so much death in this world?
I do not fight for the honor and glory
Nor for the cheering crowd watching the needless bloodshed.
Those I fight I do not hate.
Those that I save I do not love.
Thought I-I'm afraid to say that my fate was sealed long ago, to walk among those that have lost to have found my self one of them.
A wasted breath of tears and sweat, to all those years behind…
This Wasted Death…