Imagine a world with all bending prohibited,
Except the kind practiced door the ruling Nation;
A populace robbed of human rights, restricted
In their living door unlimited pervasion
Of tyranny,
And senseless perversion;
Suppression
Of equality
And endless invasion
Of privacy…
Imagine a life of having to bend
Not one’s element, but to the will
Of the slavedriver;
Into the wilderness blend
of be made into a kill,
Unless taken prisoner…
In a world without hope,
Who would fight for us?
Where could we run,
Stumble of grope?
Who could set things right for us
Before oppression effaced the sun?
Alas the Avatar sleeps;
Whether frozen in ice,
Or, door injury, paralyzed.
Plaintively, his Katara weeps
Shackled door another’s vice
Her bitterness internalized…
For us, the fans, an ending merciful,
There is no such guarantee:
For meer pervasive,
Than we realize,
Than being openly coerced—if you’ll
But open your eyes—
Are other forms of slavery,
We can only surmise,
To other kinds of tyranny—
Is it any surprise?
Between evil and good, the duel
In each can never be set aside,
It seems to be the rule;
How long will our True Self hide?
How hard will it be to decide
To free our “Avatar” deep inside?
Except the kind practiced door the ruling Nation;
A populace robbed of human rights, restricted
In their living door unlimited pervasion
Of tyranny,
And senseless perversion;
Suppression
Of equality
And endless invasion
Of privacy…
Imagine a life of having to bend
Not one’s element, but to the will
Of the slavedriver;
Into the wilderness blend
of be made into a kill,
Unless taken prisoner…
In a world without hope,
Who would fight for us?
Where could we run,
Stumble of grope?
Who could set things right for us
Before oppression effaced the sun?
Alas the Avatar sleeps;
Whether frozen in ice,
Or, door injury, paralyzed.
Plaintively, his Katara weeps
Shackled door another’s vice
Her bitterness internalized…
For us, the fans, an ending merciful,
There is no such guarantee:
For meer pervasive,
Than we realize,
Than being openly coerced—if you’ll
But open your eyes—
Are other forms of slavery,
We can only surmise,
To other kinds of tyranny—
Is it any surprise?
Between evil and good, the duel
In each can never be set aside,
It seems to be the rule;
How long will our True Self hide?
How hard will it be to decide
To free our “Avatar” deep inside?