After the apocalypse ends,
We are without any friends.
We feel as if we're meant to die,
In a blood bath where our ancestors lie.
In district twelve we must face,
Hunger ending our failing race.
In eleven after Rue's death,
A thousand people are put to rest.
In district four and up, they always train,
To win a gory and deadly game.
In the Capitol they sit and stare,
As our blood goes cold and mind goes bare.
And to end this horrible madness,
We must rebel against the badness.
Katniss, our great leader will shine,
And we will be free in no time!
Edited by jujiesings, 16 August 2013 - 03:20 PM.