Conscience Contact. Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Deep in the womb, I lie dormant.
Just a wee little cell am I.
I lack what I need to create life.
Are you going to terminate me,
why?
I am a host in your body,
I know.
Did I ask to be here?
You know I did not.
So now you want me gone.
I fail to fit in with your plans.
But I am here as part of you.
Ireland, where you conceived me.
No longer cares for unborn life.
Now you dispatch me.
Get rid of the lifeline.
As if I never existed.
You have the choice.
I do not,
For I have no voice.
Now, I am your conscience.
But when you dispose of me.
Will you live with yourself?
He, who is the other part of me.
Maybe he is aware of me.
Maybe not.
Is the decision shared?
When I am gone.
No more to be.
Will you be 'free?