District after District.

District after district

People die and kill

There can only be one winner

The hero of the games.

But even though this might be true

People are making troops

This game is dangerous at every corner

So that you need to be tough.

Your friends are dying out there

And there’s nothing you can do

People say that this is like a normal

Holiday but this is just so not true.

This holiday teaches your strengths

Pushes your stamina and teaches

You how to survive out there  

When all you can hear around you,

Are the voices and bangs of those

Innocent people who are dead

The hunger games.. Will you stay or will you go?