Who's Poem by Michael Hinojosa

This is the second in line,
the second to be presented,
these are some of my thoughts,
thoughts i've never resented.

Here is another part of the story,
the second in a quintuple of five,
i will do my best to express myself and tell you what i think,
i will do my best to keep these words alive.

Here is a question people fail to answer,
who decides the people who live or die?
Are they divine in everyway?
Are they the ones who make children cry?

Why are others of iqual flesh and blood,
free to see to they're own desires?
Is it because they do the unspeakable?
Become murderers, bandits and liers?

Who are we linked to?
By what force are we obligated to do such things?
Create and destroy relationships without a second thought,
like a vicious circle coming and going from wedding rings.

Doesn't anyone know or realize?
When a relationship breaks that children are left broken?
Is there any reason to be so selfish to cater ones self,
they will ignore the children and leave they're words unspoken?

As i come to a close,
to my exodus,
let me ask you one more question,
a question that even time has found tremendous.

Who decides who lives or dies?
And why do they choose to do so?