Arthur As I Am Known

In the primitive time, Adam as I am known, A rock in my hand. what do I hunt? what do I hunt? beating the rocks, there was fire, burnt my hair. In the medieval time, Arthur as I am known, A sword in my hand. what do I hunt? what do I hunt? sitting in a pose, cut down a sculpture, made some art. In the urbanised world, Hitler as I am known, A gun in my hand. what do I hunt? what do I hunt? crazy were my thoughts, blew my brains out, after I burnt the world out. In the futuristic world, I don't what I am called, A light saber in my hand. what do I hunt? what do I hunt? electrocuted a mouse, In the future what I do, how the hell will I know? How ever far a man has come, his time, his name would not matter. for what he would create, hunger is his main drive. consequences of his actions are not his. victims of his little creations, are the ones who surround him.