I won't come to the hanging tree
So don't climb and wait for me
They spread their net
And though I wept,
It's off to the hunger games for me.
Well, they can fence us in
The starving field and never will out spirit yield,
They'll hold their game,
But we won't be tamed,
Just you wait untill the mocking jay's revealed.
They parade us around like show dogs so all can see
And make a bet on who the winner will be
A fight to death
And who'll be left?
I won't be coming to the hanging tree!
I watch the watchers watching us, and I hate them so.
They're worse than any of my fighting foe!
Fighters like me
Not the enemy
Lottery picked for the hunger games show
So they drop us in, but our fates are not sealed
Wounded hearts may still be healed
Well end their game
And them the same
Just you wait till the mocking jay is revealed
(My own I made for English class in grade 10)
