Twenty four tributes will take the dive,
Twenty three tributes will give their lives,
They'll butcher and kill, and murder until,
Out of the Twenty four tributes one survives.

For the Capital it's a game,
One which could win you fame,
They sit there and gaze, completely unfazed,
As children murder and maim.

Once upon a time the districts revolted,
Their government the districts assaulted,
They went on the attack, but Panem fought back,
And the districts were severely jolted.

The districts lost the war,
One that would go down in lore,
So many died, so few survived,
And the districts still remained poor.

To stop another uprising,
The capital did no comprising,
They flaunted their power, made the districts cower,
And a few rules they went about revising.

The president passed the decree,
Kids between the age of twelve and eighteen,
Shall go into the draw, to be chosen for,
The Hunger Games you see.

Twelve districts will offer up two tributes,
A boy and a girl to contribute
They'll most likely die, so say your goodbye,
And yet the districts stay mute.

Twenty four tributes will take the dive,
Twenty three tributes will give their lives,
They'll butcher and kill and murder until,
Out of twenty four, one tribute survives.