This is a poem I wrote a while ago about President Snow from The Hunger Games. I wrote it for school, and had a way better version, which I spent hours trying to find so I could post it, but I couldn't. I could, however, find my first draft. Since it was so long ago, I can't remember what I did to make it better -_-
Anyway, I hope you like it!
Beard white as the rose he holds,
Eyes pale, piercing blue gems,
A heart as cold and lifeless as a doll.
He declares war between the districts,
Doubtlessly demanding death while on the brink of extinction.
The boom of the cannon declaring death brings him joy;
Another child down,
Another less to worry about,
Another life lost, crushed like a useless beetle.
Another mother mourning.
His heart hasn't broken,
Like so many of the rest.
He doesn't understand what it's like to lose,
What it's like to be a victor of the games,
To see the faces of the many you killed,
Just to stay alive yourself;
Just to go home.
He'll never know what it's like to have hope,
Or to have love,
For his heart's forever frozen.
