What shall make you free?

In the theatre, do not name the Scottish Play
The paths of Fate are written on the palm
Beware of any black cats on the way
A rabbit's foot works as a lucky charm
To cross oneself will keep all ills at bay
And touching wood will turn aside all harm
The tragedy of the human condition
Enslaved and shackled to superstition.


Created for day five of the "Rhythm & Rhyme Poetry Challenge"  contest.