Why My Violent Heart Felt Like A Premonition Of Modern Political Unrest

March 21, 2025

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the city, I sat on my bedroom floor, guitar in hand, strumming the chords to my latest song. The world outside felt heavy and charged, like a storm waiting to burst. It was the summer of 2020, and the streets were filled with protesters demanding justice and change. I couldn’t shake the feeling that my heart was mirroring the turmoil around me; it felt like a premonition of everything that was happening. The echoes of my music seemed to blend with the cries for help, a call to action resonating through the air.

In that moment, I realized how powerful art could be. My latest track, “Why My Violent Heart,” was born from these chaotic times. The lyrics poured out of me like a river, capturing the pain and frustration I felt, yet also a glimmer of hope. I wrote about the struggles of people who felt unheard, like my friends who had faced discrimination and injustice. The song became an anthem, a way to channel the anger and sorrow into something that could inspire others. I wanted listeners to feel the weight of the world but also understand that they could rise above it.

As I took my song to the world, I remember my nervousness before the first open mic night after releasing it. The dimly lit café was packed, filled with people eager for an escape from their daily lives. When I stepped onto the stage and started playing, my heart raced, not just with fear but with passion. Each note rang out, vibrating through the crowd, and I could see faces lighting up as they connected with my story. The applause was thunderous, but it was the tears I saw that truly moved me. I knew my music was touching hearts, and that was the moment I understood my purpose as an artist.

The response to my song was overwhelming. People from all walks of life reached out, sharing their experiences and how the song had helped them process their feelings during such uncertain times. I began performing at protests and community events, using my music to bring people together, to heal, and to inspire change. Every time I sang, I felt the collective energy of hope and determination rising around me. My “violent heart,” which once felt like a burden, transformed into a source of strength and resilience.

As the years moved forward, the struggle for justice continued, but so did my music. I used my platform to advocate for what I believed in, raising awareness about issues that affected my community. With each song, I felt more empowered, knowing that I was part of a larger movement. My career flourished as I performed in bigger venues, but I always remembered those early days, the stories of the people I met, and the power of vulnerability in my music.

Looking back, I see how “Why My Violent Heart” was not just a reflection of political unrest, but a beacon of hope. It showed me that art could change lives, including my own. Creating that song pushed me to find my voice, and through the struggles, I discovered a deeper passion for music and for standing up for what is right. Today, I carry that passionate spirit with me, knowing that if we pour our hearts into our art and connect with others, together we can make a difference, one song at a time.