The Hunger Games make scars so deep
It starts with your name on a slip
It goes on to a train ride through a storm
Your gonna wish you were never born
Costumed people greet you with a squeak
They dab red blush onto your cheek
They rid you of hair and make your skin shine
They make you unrecognisable, look like a clown
Your ride on their horses
And make silent pleas
To go back home, to flee
They send you to the arena
Wait sixty seconds please
You run into the forest
Leave the Cornucopia in peace
You run from the careers
From tracker jacker stings
You climb far up a tree
You don't think you can win
You hear a jeer nearby you
A snicker and a plea
They've killed another person
You shut your eyes in fear
The days pass in a blur
With hunger, pain and fear of death
You start counting your hours
You don't have that much left
You hear footsteps behind you
You almost feel their smile
They raise their sword above you
You try to run and hide
You're too weak and broken
To be a match for him
He drives the sword inside you
Smiling with sadistic glee
You hear a canon go
It went before you died
You somehow win
This terrible game
You were a martyr for people's rights
Somewhere in a district house
There's a muffled whisper "No."
A little girl says with a sob "Big sis, please don't go."
