Fantasy of Rights

Rights do not exist
Except in communal imagination.
Should that same communal imagination 
Fail, rights cease to live.

Live. Live like magic
Power in our collective reality
To create our collective reality.
Like breathing, tacit.

When the magic dies,
When our imaginary cohesion breaks
Our understanding of life cohesion breaks.
Living rights turn lies.

I can imagine
That rights feel wrong to some as our trust dissolves.
A dark magic corrosive to trust dissolves
The life that had been

Fighting tyranny
By spreading power like rain on magic beans,
Disenchanting giants hoarding magic beans
In conspiracy

That starved the masses
Of their rightful cooperative power,
Of their natural cooperative power
Blurring all classes

Because wrongs exist
In the realm of rights and in the pain of flesh
Where we come to fight causing deep pain of flesh.
Can you not feel this?

Imagine it…
Imagine it.