THE DYER’S HAND
With peace and love and kindness as our norm,
Those traits to which we’ve promised to conform
Why is it that for “entertainment” we
Watch movies filled with mayhem’s misery?
Is it to teach a lesson and appall
Us with reminders of our fabled Fall
Lest we forget there’s something in each soul
That’s dangerous if we lose self-control?
Is it a way we may inoculate
Our vulnerable selves against a venomous fate
By witnessing in fiction what in fact
Would kill us if we were the ones attacked?
That this is wrong, the Bard once told us why:
The dyer’s hand is colored by the dye.