Unalienable Rights. Right?

Fear nothing unalienable under the sun.

Seems there's no limit
to what they will take away,
life, liberty, happiness.

Note: Prompted by the poem On Planting Potatoes, July 4, 2025 by Julia Bouwsma: 'I'm not certain about anything, fear there's no limit to what can be taken, nothing unalienable under the sun. Our hands hold the history. This is all I can think to say about rights.'