Your rights, yes, your rights!

You have no rights. There are no rights.

We have no right or hope to comfort or content,

To love or any personal redeeming,

Only to bear fitfully dubious thinking’s punishment

And make no moaning or complaint at suffering.

Ever demanding rights is no one’s fate

It wounds the compassionate.

We unjustly sever ourselves from our due

And yield to discontents and disproportion that haunts all we view.