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
Or 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;...
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