My Karma Poem by Atef Ayadi

while some may see me a replacement,
a terror from extended arabia, and mus-tanke for the mass-limps.
it is true, i am
born under a tree in north afrrica,
but, your butt on the line here.
my karma is to a be another hannibal
with a guitar or something.
or at least a homo erectus erected in the americas.
that is a hundreds of thousands of years old technology
implanted into the star war new age,
star buck non sense restart button america.
precisely like mammoth, or a male camelop.
searching for a lama.
there are deserts that are cold all day long,
where is only a far earthy moon;
there deserts that are blistering hot in the day and bitterly cold
in the night time.
at least in this landscape, a tent is a plus,
wood fire is a must, and some meat if possible.