Proper Love

It’s a matter of perspective.

It matters where you stand.

A says stoutly she knew the law

but chose to play the dice;

B that she was stupid

but does not deserve to die.

C pleads indifference and does not care;

D speaks of ‘just deserts’;

E deplores the use of drugs

and praises those who kill.

Me, though, what do I think?

I am glad I am not called upon to judge.

From the far, high ground and looking down,

these things may yet be blurred.

The focus shifts, a mist rolls down.

It matters where you stand.

To see her folly and feel her pain

is not to miss the point;

is not to make excuses

but may teach us proper love.