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."