A/N-I don't own the Hunger Games, and it's highly unlikely that I ever will. Also, in case you don't understand the last line, it's not meant to be concrete. If you have any trouble understanding, feel free to ask me.
A is for apple,
Hanging, poisoned, on a tree,
One little bite,
Will stifle you and me.
B is for blood,
Pooling all around,
Emptying small children,
Lying on the ground.
C is for crawling,
Trying to get away,
And C is for Career,
Bringing your last day.
D is for death,
Light fading from their eyes,
The Capitol keeps cheering,
As every child dies.
E is for eternal,
The pain won't go away.
The memories will haunt you,
Until your dying day.
F is for fire,
That blisters tender skin,
And painfully ends a life,
And burns the darkness in.
G is for gamble,
As sponsors bet and fund,
Forgetting that all their "losses",
Are children whose lives are done.
H is for Hell,
A place of fear and pain,
Where you cry out in the dark,
Of things you can't explain.
I is for icicle,
Frozen little knife,
Sharp and cold and perfect,
For taking someone's life.
K is for killing,
A very common thing,
When one is in the Hunger Games,
Where knives and arrows swing.
L is for light,
A source of joy or fear,
As you sit around a fire,
Or as it glints off your last tear.
M is for murder,
A word of some debate.
Is murder simply just to kill?
Or is the definition not quite so straight?
N is for never,
To see the light of day,
To smile, to sing, to marry,
To laugh again, to play.
O is for outcast,
For all the things you've done,
Even though it was do or die,
They hate you because you've won.
P is for paranoid,
Fear that drives you mad.
It's sleepless nights and evil dreams,
The lost peacefulness you had.
Q is for quantifiable,
People reduced to numbers,
Statistics scrolling on the screen,
So impersonal to others.
R is for ready,
Which you may think you are.
But as I believe that you will find,
It takes cruelty to go far.
S is for silence,
Hanging like death itself,
As the lack of screams shows silenced dreams,
And cruel injustice dealt.
T is for torture.
They won't just let you die.
They parade you, slowly fading,
Before you can flee to the sky.
U is for uncaring,
As they watch the Hunger Games,
Whether with relish or gladness it wasn't them,
They just shut out the names.
V is for vultures,
The vile carrion crow,
Who longs to eat the bodies,
Of children laid so low.
W is for water,
Without which you will die,
But unless you risk your life in the search,
You'll only find the water you cry.
X is for xenocracy,
When your government is bad,
Practically another country,
For whom murder is a fad.
Y is for young,
Not one is over eighteen,
Children still and always to be,
Lest murder make their souls unclean.
And as for Z,
Now Z my friend,
Is whatever you want it to be.
If you can't feel in your own heart what Z is,
Then there's nothing you can learn from me.