Hamlet
Poem was written to summarize the tragedy of Hamlet
The Prince of Denmark
Has yet to make a bark
At the so-called Danish King
When he chose to sing
He also had to ring
The bell of injustice
That bell that killed justice
Which was knocked out of Hamlet’s Mother
Queen Gertrude, who had nothing to bother
And couldn't care less for Hamlet’s father
Upon the deepest hours of grief
Came the story of the murder in a brief
Way: Where the Ghost of Old Hamlet is saying
“Young Hamlet, while I’m playing
You should be slaying
The man who was paying
To watch my soul decaying
And my mind laying
Please spare your mother
She is not the one to bother
But rather the brother of your father”
Unsure, Hamlet caught
The chance, in which he sought
To ensure the murder as a thought
rather than its part as if it were fought
Unfortunately,
Hamlet avenges the murder
Only to realize that innocent lives played it further
Polonius, the fool of the plays
who had cliches and awful says
Interrupting the young prince on a certain day
He chose to remove his life with a pay
When Hamlet regained the thought to slay
Him on the instant spot
When the play begins to become hot
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
came to the corner of their turn
At the hands of Hamlet’s fern
To meet the end of their obvious urn
Once again,
Hamlet’s scheme of obsession
provoked the anxiety of a session
In which its part was absolute depression
To actually watch his mother not care
For her past with his father’s fare
Is another way of saying:”Stay in the filthy air”
Hamlet’s true shock
Came from his mother’s deceitful block
Of the past and the present lock
On the future King of the stock
Gertrude may not have known such carelessness
But she will soon find out the true form of recklessness
In the exact time of great hopelessness
When the time for this plan is set and done
Everything else will be slain and spun
Gertrude might have neglected this chaotic take
But she will soon learn that this grave mistake
Will force her heart to say that she was a fake
A fake feeding on the food of the snake
Which will, one day, eat her cake
She may laugh herself to death for now
But once the moment of truth has arrived
The only thing that she will laugh at is her disgrace
The disgrace that will kill her face
And shame her pride into finding a hiding place
Alas, the price of spying
is met with the check of frying
To which Ophelia took when she was crying
Her heart away as she saw her father dying
Singing idiotic songs to nearly see herself lying
Close to the ground, while eyeing
Her demise was meant to tell her:
‘I was trying”
But the madness of a broken heart
Can only drift its pieces apart
Until the sad fight finished its part
and ended with an enchanted work of art
To show Ophelia’s death
As a death of the heartless preys
Much to Laertes’s dismays
Who sought to end Hamlet’s plays
With a series of constant frays
Which needed Claudius’s assistance
to destroy Hamlet’s chance of existence
By Hassan Dahab
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