1977 Who made the decision That dying for a cause Is the ultimate bottom line? Could not living for that cause Be finer Or leastwise just as fine? Dead folks Don't have to face The look in the starving childrens' eyes; Nor see their bloated bellies; Nor hear their wailing cries. Aint no dead folks Trapped on ghetto streets; Nor seeing others there. Dead folks Just decay away; It seems they just don't care. Yet dying in pursuit of goals Dare not lightly push aside, But committing suicide for glory, Is no reason for martyred pride. For it's the living that save the living and the things done in a life, Death is merely a punctuation That ends ones personal stife.