Hating the players and not the game,
Under the Capitol's standard.
Nightlock spares you from the region's fault,
Gushing his blood is savage.
Everybody looks as Rue passes on,
Rebellion is exceptionally close.
Gale's heart breaks watching your untruths,
After Peeta takes the lance.
Mockingjay pins surrounding you, Everlasting images of flame, Somaday it'll be justified, despite all the trouble as well, for the occasions that you inspire.