Who's To Say? Poem by david lessard

Who's to say, whether or not we live or die?
Is it the man with the gun, or the Lord, Most High?
Who decides, whether to kill or maim?
Who in the end, is the one to blame?

The Creator gave us choices, it's called free will,
He gave us values and morals, high upon a hill;
Moses brought them down, ten simple rules to follow,
But the way that some of us mock them,
Why, it's a bitter pill to swallow.

If it feels good, do it; if it can't be done, screw it,
We; ve no leaders any longer, the men have gone away;
The women wanted to be free, they said, you cannot stay.
So the mother's now the man, a single mom to boot,
She works, she slaves, she cooks;
Her tune is hers to toot.

It's a sad state of affairs, when one in two divide,
Due to miscommunication and an avalanche of pride.
The children have no voice, and they can only stand aside,
The way to hell is paved with good intentions,
and we take it all in stride.

Conception is the life beginning,
Abortion is the life just ending.
Can you not percieve the shame?
Can you not see whose to balme?