The world is on fire

and we are holding the matches.

engulfed in flames

the houses on the hill

burning the dolls we used to play with

their eyes melting in the heat.

walls of fire surronded the forest.

lungs filling with smoke

They’re crying

They’re crying

They’re dying

They’re dying

Can’t you hear their screams at night?

You laugh and laugh

but your smiles

are built on their heads.

The world is on fire

and we burned it all.

You didn’t listen to the warnings.

In a forest of flames

Let the Hunger Games begin…