Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.
For those who bet
On children's lives,
And cheer their favorites on.
For those who laugh
And clap and shout,
Whenever it goes off,
The ruckus of revelry,
Is the sound it makes.
(*)
For those who wish,
Above all else
To win the games.
For those who
Are void of mercy,
And prey upon the weak,
The ring of victory,
Is the sound it makes.
(*)
For those who fight
With all their might,
But know that they will lose.
For those who
Refuse to be mere pawns,
And ruin the Capitol's plans,
The sweet chime of freedom,
Is the sound it makes.
(*)
For those who watch
With fearful eyes,
Their loved ones fight for their lives.
For those who feel,
A growing dread,
As every second draws closer to death,
The clang of sorrow,
Is the sound it makes.
A/N: In this poem I tried to describe the meaning of a cannon going off in the games, a tribute's death, from different points of view. I hope I was able to accomplish that. Please review, I always appreciate constructive criticism.