Though written by the group Chicago in 1972, the song “Dialogue” concerning the apathy of the college students about what was going on around them, was a sort of prophecy.  Things have come full circle and we are back to the future.  But that should not be surprising, the generation that promised a new day turned out to be no different and in many cases worse.  Their sin was made worse because at one point they were able to be awake.  And now, 2 generations later, the youth of today are just the youth of yesteryear with better technology.  Tuned out, comatose, and walking dead, they are clouds without water, believing nothing, intelligent but with no understanding or wisdom.  When you want to ask why they are this way, simply look in the mirror.  Trendy zombies populate the college campuses today…the only activism going on is Narcissistic personality disorder

Are you optimistic ’bout the way things are going?
No, I never ever think of it at all

Don’t you ever worry
When you see what’s going down?

No, I try to mind my business, that is, no business at all

When it’s time to function as a feeling human being
Will your Bachelor of Arts help you get by?

I hope to study further, a few more years or so
I also hope to keep a steady high

Will you try to change things
Use the power that you have, the power of a million new ideas?

What is this power you speak of and this need for things to change?
I always thought that everything was fine

Don’t you feel repression just closing in around?
No, the campus here is very, very free

Don’t it make you angry the way war is dragging on?
Well, I hope the President knows what he’s into, I don’t know

Don’t you ever see the starvation in the city where you live
All the needless hunger all the needless pain?

I haven’t been there lately, the country is so fine
But my neighbors don’t seem hungry ’cause they haven’t got the time

Thank you for the talk, you know you really eased my mind
I was troubled by the shapes of things to come

Well, if you had my outlook your feelings would be numb
You’d always think that everything was fine