Justice for Nolan Wells
Nolan Wells. Photo: Instagram
They say it’s the economy
All about those money trees
like honey comb to a bee it’s human nature’s philosophy
but there can be no greater nook than the places of the heart that lie the cravings
jealous passion
that’s the heart
They say it’s about knowing oneself
taking the webs off the shelf
reflecting on the past, turn the pages slow, so the story lasts
They say it’s about the eyes to know what’s inside, but the heart is where man’s truth will be told
They say it’s about the tongue, the word brings judgment that will soon come
They say it’s about forgiveness; that to forgive is to heal oneself, to judge is for someone else
but we know the police won’t punish themselves
They say it’s about patience to look beyond the pain, but the heart leads us back time and again to untamed desires
They say the heart is big, it drops, it looms, it holds the beat from our mothers’ wombs
And yet it turns cold in the waters; it turns cold in those dark hours when your friends got membership
They say the heart is like a well; it goes deeper than anyone can tell. It does not hear nor smell; it opens and closes, swells, collapses, filters our true emotions, intentions, devotions
And perhaps our hearts will tell us what happened
What happened to love of neighbor
Love
What happened to Love?
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