The Hunger Games is actually an allegory of a democratic age when at a sudden one man found his way to power. Clad with the seemingly Lawful demands, white as snow, behind is an autocratic despot.
President Snow, the Ozymandias of Panem left by his people along with his ashes and a desert of sand as far as the eye could see.
Only a crumbled statue can tell his glory. The statue was stern and powerful. It perfectly resembles the personality of the ruler. The ruler was wicked but he cared for his people.
Little did he know, he cared for himself. He poisoned his enemies as much as he blight his country. None that is sore enough than his tongue of blood but a mouth full of lies.
“Look at me, I am awesome!” the inscription says. Only him could tell how awesome he was but there is no evidence, just a land ridden by dust and despair. Poor, poor President Snow like Ozymandias he was in self-glorification. But now he lies in pity.
He built walls, cities, buildings, and The Hunger Games to make his citizen forget what brutality there is that lies below his fingers; whatever the fickle minded puppets could do to please their master. Nothing but grandiose above and sheer ferocity below.
Little did he anticipated, a district that he thought was weak is strong enough to unseat him. How could he? He lusted for dominion, the only thing that comforts him. And, in the end, the only thing that destroyed him – the Mockingjay.
Remember his name, Corolianus Snow.
Look what he is now…
Lifeless here and nothing more.