Imagine a world with all bending prohibited,
Except the kind practiced দ্বারা the ruling Nation;
A populace robbed of human rights, restricted
In their living দ্বারা 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
অথবা be made into a kill,
Unless taken prisoner…
In a world without hope,
Who would fight for us?
Where could we run,
Stumble অথবা grope?
Who could set things right for us
Before oppression effaced the sun?
Alas the অবতার sleeps;
Whether ফ্রোজেন in ice,
Or, দ্বারা injury, paralyzed.
Plaintively, his Katara weeps
Shackled দ্বারা another’s vice
Her bitterness internalized…
For us, the fans, an ending merciful,
There is no such guarantee:
For আরো 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 দ্বারা the ruling Nation;
A populace robbed of human rights, restricted
In their living দ্বারা 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
অথবা be made into a kill,
Unless taken prisoner…
In a world without hope,
Who would fight for us?
Where could we run,
Stumble অথবা grope?
Who could set things right for us
Before oppression effaced the sun?
Alas the অবতার sleeps;
Whether ফ্রোজেন in ice,
Or, দ্বারা injury, paralyzed.
Plaintively, his Katara weeps
Shackled দ্বারা another’s vice
Her bitterness internalized…
For us, the fans, an ending merciful,
There is no such guarantee:
For আরো 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?
everyone is so pro zuko. and even though he helps aang lots of times and saves many lives. i হারিয়ে গেছে most of my respect wen he চুম্বন katara. and to tell the truth i was scared they would end up together because katara once told she would end up with a powerfull bender and zuko is pretty powerful.he even tried suducing katara দ্বারা telling her sad stories about his life and getting in the way of a lighting attack from azula to save katara. what a chop... he already has a girl back প্রথমপাতা who throws needles at people.
the only thing i feel sorry for zuko is that his fathers a bastard and im sorry his mother disappeared.
its a good thing zuko stop being so angry all the time. he was really pising me off. i never knew what he wanted. so welcome to the light zuko.
even though aang is younge and kitara is obviously আরো mature, im glad they ended up together. like wow.
the only thing i feel sorry for zuko is that his fathers a bastard and im sorry his mother disappeared.
its a good thing zuko stop being so angry all the time. he was really pising me off. i never knew what he wanted. so welcome to the light zuko.
even though aang is younge and kitara is obviously আরো mature, im glad they ended up together. like wow.