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Why Kill Lady Macduff

Bard, you made my blood boil today As I clenched my fists at your fourth act My eyes were furious Inquietude stole over me I've been in this room before, but this time I experienced the brunt My heart turned as cold as a stone Listening to the lovely woman jousting playfully With her beautiful boy I could see her eyes welling with tears, uncertain but adoring Stoic mother bird- for her children Just as the last bits of sand fell like drops of blood The hourglass is done and the lady is plunged into night This blameless, innocent creature and her babes Where will you go, if even your home is not safe? I fell in love with you, with your family, just as he wanted And was effectively heartwrenched when he took you away His glimmering blade, poised like a viper at your throats These sweet little things, a love that cannot be Screaming at the the pages, the play is played Why? Please tell me why? Why does there always have to be a sacrifice?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 1/14/2014 9:14:00 PM
Wow. I really enjoyed reading this deep and well written poem. Good job
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Date: 2/23/2013 11:56:00 AM
damn this poem give the emotion of fear i like it
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Jeremy Martin
Date: 2/25/2013 6:34:00 PM
I'm glad it made you feel, that's what I want people to do when they read my stuff! Thanks Christopher
Date: 2/23/2013 6:09:00 AM
you pose an excellent question, but i'm sure that shakespeare would have his answer all ready for you. this is a wonderful poem - i really felt just what you were feeling because you expressed it quite beautifully. (i'd expect no less from a fellow linzer tart fan!)
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Jeremy Martin
Date: 2/25/2013 6:33:00 PM
Thank you!! If I could talk to Shakespeare I'd probably just pass out before I got the chance to say anything.

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