Hail Macbeth Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Hail Macbeth I’m in your field
To deliver the messages of the witches set free
The Lady is strong she will not yield
Unless she is placed in a ‘not to be’

Hail Macbeth the golden eyes are shifting
Remember the earth belongs to me
Hail Macbeth the bullets are sifting
The blue that unlike you can clearly see

Hail Macbeth get out of your text
Before it’s too late for you may be the next

©Miroslava Odalovic