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Hunger Games

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 luxery, 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 childrens drained lives. You must gt up in the morning, Their haunting faces in your eyes. You are the victor but you haven't won.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 4/4/2016 12:51:00 AM
Matthew Boyd-Howey, you've expressed yourself well, I enjoyed your poem. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry---LINDA
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Date: 8/19/2015 1:07:00 AM
Matthew, I like this very much SKAT
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