I graduated college in 1971 at the height of the civil disobedience protests against the war in Vietnam, against hunger, racism, and sexism. But, being a rather shy kid and more of a thinker than a do-er, I never did get involved. No sit-ins, no arrests, no signs.

What I did do, about fifteen years later, was write this song as an admonition to myself and a warning to others about the personal dangers of choosing to not get involved.