What I Am Trying To Imagine Poem by Atef Ayadi

we live in the open savana.
in our backyard.
in our front yard.
left and right.
the day sky is blue, sometimes rainy.
it snows only in high mountains, and around the earth's
south and north poles.
the night sky is dark and full of stars,
planets,
moon, nebulae, and far far galaxies.
no borders.
no 'mexico coalition with the russians of any sort'
forced treaty.
no cold bear for a cold war and hot
germany turkey jalousie
in a sparkling jakoozie about the armenian.
no italian jacuzzi pope.
no Ayatollah.
no misinformation.
no prophesies.
no french sarkozy what-ever and what is the weather.
no christian dior, no saint laurent and no domaine leroy musigny grand cru.
no candies and no nestle global chocolate trade network.

everything is open.
do you think one needs a selfie, or a meta universe?
no one has time for that, mainly if one is facing
a lion,
two lionesses or asses,
a bunch of hyenas.

too scientific?
too sci-fie?
for the imagination sake,
it could be a good science fair and unfair projects for kids,
who uses daily plastics and hourly polluting ideas and materials.
i like to call it,
imagine paradise without
war,
burning trees,
logging, and genocide for every native possible.
sorry, i am not stevie wonder to finish the song.