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
Or 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;...
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