No, I'm Not Being Political (CIRCA 2026)

No, I'm not being political. I'm just still awake. (Circa 2026.)

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[Intro]
You may think I’m emotional,
But I’m just awake, and real.
This ain’t business as usual,
It’s history gone surreal.

[Verse 1]
This ain’t sliding, this is exploding,
White men wanking, power brokering,
Acting like cruelty brings them glory,
Like democracy’s just a dumb story.

They renamed defense to war, oh yeah,
No Congress vote, just bomb the way,
Two funded wars we never chose,
While they demand we never oppose.

[Verse 2]
The “Beautiful Bill” is finally here,
Millions lose health, live in fear,
While “SAVE” acts strip the right to vote,
Women are silenced at the throat.

Say “Antifa,” now it’s a crime,
Free speech buried on our dime,
If you think this is debate or fate,
You’re sleeping at the gallows gate.

[Chorus]
No, I’m not being political,
Just a conscious, caring gal.
No one needs to be spiritual
To know this isn’t right at all.

Fascism ain’t some abstract inanity,
It’s violence dressed up as banality,
Human rights aren’t culture war decor,
Wake up, people, this is so much more.

[Verse 3]
You shrug as doctors haul away
Bleeding mothers, grief judged foul play,
They call it “murder” when bellies fail,
Then lock up women inside a jail.

You say “I don’t do politics” with a grin,
Like indifference isn’t a sin,
But tolerance of evil helps it thrive,
Just ask the ghosts who stayed alive…

[Bridge]
I’m not especially radical,
Hell, I’m barely social,
I’m just partial to what’s ethical, 
I’m just aware of what’s brutal. 

Evil isn’t just conceptual,
It’s become normal, habitual,
I don’t march like it’s ritual,
I just care when power’s lethal.

[Chorus]
No, I’m not being political,
Just a conscious, caring gal.
No one needs to be spiritual
To know this isn’t right at all.

Are you under some kind of spell?
But(t) how can you not cry or yell?
I’d rather feel it, heed the sting,
Than hide behind not noticing.

[Outro]
I don’t sing to play a role,
I just can’t ignore the toll,
Silence isn’t self-control,
It’s surrender of the soul.

“I’m not political” you say,
Like that keeps the dark away,
But let’s not forget “never again”…
Or it won’t get better in the end.