The Hungergame Poem by Madrason .

We sell great
expectations
not
to achieve
but to make believe
to make believe we are ahead
we spread the word
divide the world into
the does and dons
the them and us
we inspire with fear
to draw the masses near
into this fire thus
desire is consumerism
an euphemism
to deceive
and thus we forget
and let
to trust ourselves
instead we humbly go to bed
and rise to make believe
while
dreams of great expectations
become like clouds in the sky
which role bye. M