Internal Damage

Pay attention! I don't write these songs to change minds. I write to remind myself and others to pay attention to what is happening. Internal Damage by Paul Bauck, 2026 Divided nation; city smog and cornfield skies; Makin’ money, makin’ hay; each side askin’, “who am I?” Slaves pickin’ cotton, iron horse cuts through the plains; We called it progress, while chains ensured our gains; We see the rise of anger and riots, But ignore the threat until it’s too late, Hold onto power and ignore disquiet, Internal damage in a dying state, Making money is our harvest, using people without names; Some call it business, but it’s just rich mens’ games; We ignore all the fires ‘til the sparks threaten our shores; Then we shout heroic, claiming peace while waging war; Built on military power, relying on guns, Our rhetoric got louder, and the people got more numb; Refused to use their reason, said, “we’re not to blame.” We lost our basic meaning, kept the flag, ignored the shame. #singersongwriter #resist #resisttyranny #originalsong