Hide their lies.

The Victor

Their cheers

Your tears

Blood drips from your hands.

Their lies

Your cries

You stand where the Victor stands.

Was it worth it? Worth the death?

Destruction to your right and left?

Would you have rather died?

Left someone else to bathe in pride?

Do you need the luxury?

Raid the Capitol’s treasury.

A web they span to hide their lies.

A trick of the light in ways.

Jewels on your clothes stained red

The blood of the children’s drained lives

You must get up in the morning

Their haunting faces in your eyes

You are the Victor, but you haven’t won.