For those of us who live in the District 12
Or District 11….
Or 4
Or 3
I am not here for you.
No.
Not even close.
You're not like them.
No.
The only people I'm concerned with are the vile acquisitive cogs who live in the Utopian city, Capitol.
The people who made all our worlds a living hell.
Panem.
That is what you have named us.
But we refuse.
We have not been given any bread.
The Capital takes, never gives.
Looking at me you may not think, warrior. No.
You may think helpless.
But helpless is not a word I would use here. I have no qualms in killing,
My bow will only be aimed at the people responsible for the suffering of my people. The right people.
Don't look back.
You won't see anything.
Don't try to run.
Your path has run out.
Don't try to hide.
You've burnt our world to a crisp, leaving behind a raging fire demolishing every nook and cranny, leaving no place for your cowering twisted souls to take cover.
You have brought my wrath upon yourself. Place the blame on no one's shoulders but yours.
I'm coming for you.
Don't wait for me.
For I am already there.
You may ask who I am.
You may ask what my name is so you may strike me down.
You will know.
Don't scream when my arrow pierces your throat.
You will get no sympathy from me.
Your last look upon the living earth will be my face,
The Mocking Jay.