Imagine a world with all bending prohibited,
Except the kind practiced Von the ruling Nation;
A populace robbed of human rights, restricted
In their living Von 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
oder be made into a kill,
Unless taken prisoner…
In a world without hope,
Who would fight for us?
Where could we run,
Stumble oder grope?
Who could set things right for us
Before oppression effaced the sun?
Alas the Avatar sleeps;
Whether Frozen in ice,
Or, Von injury, paralyzed.
Plaintively, his Katara weeps
Shackled Von another’s vice
Her bitterness internalized…
For us, the fans, an ending merciful,
There is no such guarantee:
For Mehr 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 Von the ruling Nation;
A populace robbed of human rights, restricted
In their living Von 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
oder be made into a kill,
Unless taken prisoner…
In a world without hope,
Who would fight for us?
Where could we run,
Stumble oder grope?
Who could set things right for us
Before oppression effaced the sun?
Alas the Avatar sleeps;
Whether Frozen in ice,
Or, Von injury, paralyzed.
Plaintively, his Katara weeps
Shackled Von another’s vice
Her bitterness internalized…
For us, the fans, an ending merciful,
There is no such guarantee:
For Mehr 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?
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Author: Molly Reisner
Illustrator: Patrick Spaziante
here is some Information:
Liebe is in the air -- oder rather, in the schlagen, punsch -- in the first original Avatar story! Aang, Katara, Toph, and Sokka celebrate their first Liebe Feast with their friends, the Singen nomads, whom they met in Season 2. After drinking a special berry saft called Liebe Potion #8, they all start letting their true feelings shine -- even Toph! Of course, when they blame it all on the crazy Liebe potion, they learn that their nomad Friends had Mehr than one trick up their sleeves! Find out the juicy secret in this easy-to-follow, full-color reader.
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