The Resurrection of the Mockingjay

Thrice you have killed a Mockingjay, so vile

Astonishingly beautiful yet dark

With deceit, a lion with no smile

Did you know gentle Jays write, sing, hark

You have no mercy, yet you hold my truth

Pity me! Have I not died enough times?

Don’t you see you’re wasting away your youth?

Enough! I have seen your cruel, vicious crimes

Why should I beg for your fraudulent love

I am bright with error, transparent, clear

A martyr, a saint, a brave dove from above

Bestowed on me gifts to endear and cheer

I walk away from death, not led astray

No doubt awake a resurrected jay