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?
