Mocking Jay

Hunger grows deep within,

Revolution ought to be born

A girl called Katniss Everdeen,

Meets Snow with eyes of scorn

The tributes stand bemused,

At the thought of a quarter quell

Their hearts and spirits abused,

Once again, the games will bring hell

The Mockingjay is freedom,

A symbolic creed of defiance

The girl on fire will truly lead them,

Forging a formidable alliance

Hope travels through them,

Fear also resides

When the Capital’s on their doorstep,

There will be nowhere to hide

She sits under a willow,

Resting her head on a pillow

Smiling down on her friend,

She blows a whistle,

As she plays with a thistle

Hoping the message will send

Katniss hears the Mockingjays sing,

She smiles and thinks of Rue