The Unheard Child

Please, Mother, don't end my life, before I'm ever born.
Although I seem a burden to you, I'm still a living human form.

From just a small planted seed, I grow and prepare for birth;
But, because I'm called only a fetus, it's there, they determine my worth.

They say that I won't feel a thing when it's time to end my life;
But how can anyone truly say, "There's no pain in the cutting knife?"

Although we're held in low regard, we're human just like you,
and, though our bodies are very small, we have feelings too.

Mother of mine, please hear me now; don't take my life this day.
For God creates no accidents; with his help we'll find a way.

For, if by chance, the deed is done and your time on Earth is spent,
could you come to heaven, look upon my face and say, "Child, I gave my consent?"

Will someone please stand up for our rights! We've been dying by millions for years.
Can anyone save me, the unheard child, and wipe away the unseen tears?