What right have we for rites of passage
when so many die before their rite time?
What right for a girl to feel
blood tide on her thighs when so many,
for no crime but being who they are,
lie frozen on forced marches or
gassed before bleeding time?
What right has a boy to grow
fuzz on his cheeks
when skin’s been burned
from bone in crematoriums?

Perhaps,

the only right we have is to believe
the right to hate is a wrong of passage.
The only rage that is right
is the rage against hate.