I don't sing about politics or anything like that. I sing about

The words of Christine McVie, “I don't sing about politics or anything like that. I sing about love. That's what I know about,” are not the speech of indifference, but the voice of one who has chosen her realm with clarity. For in a world crowded with disputes of politics and the thunder of ideology, she turned her heart toward love, the oldest and most universal song. She declares that the truest art springs not from every field, but from the soil the soul knows best.

The ancients taught that a singer must be faithful to her own spirit. To sing of what one does not truly know is to weave hollow echoes, but to sing of what the heart has lived is to send forth music that endures like flame against the night. McVie confesses, therefore, that her strength was not in political debate or lofty speeches, but in the eternal truths of love—joy, longing, loss, and devotion. In this, she stood not as less than the orator, but as equal, for her gift was to stir the soul where the tongue of law and policy could not reach.

History shows us the power of this choice. Consider the poet Sappho of Lesbos, who lived in a time when politics raged and wars divided the Greek world. Yet Sappho did not sing of armies or kings. She sang of desire, of beauty, of the piercing sweetness of love. Her words, fragile as petals, have outlived the chronicles of many great rulers. What she “knew about” became her immortality, while the names of politicians faded like smoke on the wind.

McVie’s words remind us that each person must discern their own domain of truth. One may serve through governance, another through the sword, and another through song. She chose the path of love, not because other paths were unworthy, but because to sing of what one has lived is to give the world something pure and enduring. Her music, therefore, is not an escape from reality, but a healing balm within it.

Let it be remembered: the world has need of many voices. Some cry out for justice in the halls of power, others shout for freedom on the battlefield. Yet there must also be those who remind us of tenderness, of longing, of the bonds that tie us together. For when the noise of politics fades and the dust of conflict settles, it is love that remains, the most human of truths. And those who sing of it preserve what is eternal.