Another force to contend with. Another power player who has decided to use me as a piece in her games, although things never seem to go according to plan. First there were the Gamemakers, making me their star and then scrambling to recover from that handful of poisonous berries. Then President Snow, trying to use me to put out the flames of rebellion, only to have my every move become inflammatory. Next, the rebels ensnaring me in the metal claw that lifted me from the arena, designating me to be their Mockingjay, and then having to recover from the shock that I might not want the wings...

Forlorn Hope An old man is proud but behind his modest smile lies the grief Only one picture of his brave son remains It seems that the vicious circle Can never be broken through The hopeful ones gathered their strength To achieve the apparent impossible But all plans seem to be in vain As a soldier of Allah He′s an example for the others On his bloody way to immortality It seems that the vicious circle Can never be broken through Because old wounds are reopened every time This Intifada as a device To thwart the peace negotiations He can rely on a reward in the hereafter Eternal...