1. Here I still sit in disbelief
As my beloved sister forever falls asleep
Perhaps if she had only moved a second before
She would never have knocked on Death's door.
President Snow witnessed the explosions from his mansion up above
Chuckling to himself as he watches the innocent bleed out their lives
The sent of roses and blood is overpowering
It takes all I have not to run away cowering.
I am the Mockingjay, I must be strong
I need to avenge the ones I love
"Goodbye, my sweet Prim," I whisper to my dear sister.
Rising to my feet I fit an arrow to my bow
I will be the one who kills Snow.
By Elizabeth Banescu
This is an original poem I wrote based on the Hunger Games, Please give me credit if you're turning this in.
The answer to this question will be A
D. The idea that countries must limit the amount of immigrants they allow in order to preserve resources for their children hope it helps
Imagery I think is the answer
