Drums roll and the fireworks reach the sky
Colors so bright that they blind my eye
“Bring on the victors, bring on the winners” they said
“The audience await, we will air in seconds”
“The horses are ready, let the show begin”
“The countdown starts at ten”
Wear your make up like a doll
And put on your papyrus gown
Or should it be of feathers, or should it be of silk
What do the Capotal appeal, what do they think?!
The hair should be up, like a cone, standing
And the lashes should be curled, like twists and circles
And the colors should be shimmering;
Abhorring Gold and Silver
Bombard them with emotions
Just as fake as their looks
They paint their skin, they paint their feathers
They want to see me in their faked colors
They call me the “Girl on Fire”
For they adore me when I’m burning
Let the gown burn, let the fire take over their sight
Let The "Snow" melt with his raging desire
To kill me, to put me down but I’ll never die
I’m living in the people, in their fury uprising
Survival is a game, a game of hunger it’s said
And I volunteered to let my flying arrow pierce their hearts
I set myself on fire to defy them; I’m not for their amusement
I’ll swing my dress for them, unleashing my appalling
They will like the fire bursting
Not knowing that it’ll burn them eventually
The rebellion is rising, we are fighting against the silence
It’s all for the Hunger Games, their act of deviance
Based on the movie The Hunger Games: Catching Fire
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