Macbeth

• Cameron Mackenzie, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2017

A fine Scottish lad in his kilt he did stand
With is feet firmly placed on his blessed land
Three hags whisper into a bag
So people can’t hear them talking bad
They tell of a prophecy that shall ring true
But fate will run its course and Macbeth will be stew!
With wife by his side they kill all on the land
Now he has blood on his hands
He now realizes that he has done something bad
Now he wants to kill Macduffs family
Because he has been badly thought off
So he killed them one night
The guards woke to find them at first light
Because he became king