Fair is foul and foul is fair,
This is the start of despair,
So foul and fair a day, he says,
The darkness comes his way,
"All hail Macbeth! That shalt be king!"
And this was only just the beginning.
"You should be women, yet…
Your beards forbid me to interpret…"
Oh, Macbeth, with a heart so white,
Will killing the king do you right?
Let not light see your black desires,
Let you and your wife remain liars,
She calls herself nature's mischief,
They call you a dwarfish thief,
You are the milk of human kindness,
While your wife is far more ruthless,
"Take my milk for gall," she exclaims,
"Unsex me here," - why, she is insane!
Maybe you are too, can't you see?
"Is this a dagger I see before me?"
No, your mind is full of scorpions,
This I know, even the audience!
You say, "I have done the deed,"
While fueling your desire for greed,
Then, looking down, you feel fright,
Weeping aloud, "This is a sorry sight."
Fear not, her hands are stained too,
The old man had a lot of blood, t’is true,
No art to find the mind’s construction,
How ironic due to Macbeth’s destruction,
So, the false face must hide the false heart,
In order to prevent the plan from falling apart
Sleep no more! Macbeth doth murder sleep!
Let us bow our heads down and weep.