Where are the victors?
All I see are grieving children.
Where are your mighty warriors?
All I see is a child in whose quivering hand there is a bloodied bow.
Where are your victors?
The ones you hail are small.
Where are your clever tricksters?
Where are your mighty warriors?
Where are the ruthless killers?
Where are your intellectual geniuses?
Where are the lucky ones?
All I see are innocence minds broken.
They stand alone, once whole now broken.
They have no friends, no place to call home.
They have nowhere to run and hide.
They're nothing more than frighten, grieving children.
So please, show me where your victors are?
Unless it's really true, that there are no victors when it comes to the Hunger Games.
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