Authors Note: A Hunger Games based poem based on "Though There Are Torturers" by Michael Coady. Yep, I'm that unoriginal. I apologise for it being so short, and I swear I'll update the other stories soon!
Disclaimer: I'm not Suzanne Collins or Michael Coady.
Though there are muttations in this world, there are also mockingjays.
Though, at this moment, the Gamemakers are plotting the mass murder of children to entertain their city, a girl in District 11 flies through the treetops.
Though the Capitol continue to bay for the blood of the innocent, a bronze-haired man finds peace in the sea.
Though the Districts wail in hunger, dandelions bloom in 12.
Though the people live in fear, a hidden District thrives.
And though there are muttations in this world, a mockingjay in District 12 is about to spread her wings.