Easy Riders Of Budapest Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Easy Riders of Budapest

In front I have an article
It is on ‘Goy Bikers' Hungary's Budapest
If true: "Non-Jewish Bikers of Budapest"
It reads that "Are anti-immigrants."
They call it: "Self-Defence"
Protest journalists!

In days of shallowness
When things are interpreted
Hardly with any depths
I get the final line!

I feel on ‘water board'
USA's torture code
Enforcing innocents to confess
Even if not guilty, just to live.

In seconds for breathe
Try to empty lung; spit
And speak: "Ha…A…Va…"
Not knowing what I say!

Comes to mind: "Hells Angels"
Am dizzy, out of mind
My better home, haven
Seems to be cave, desert
Though the best is grave!
Permanent in its peace.

See Hitler
And many similar…
Feel engulfed in a hell: "Is this life? "
Rather go back and watch movies
‘Easy Ride'; main actor is Peter
Peter was known actor and son of an actor
His sister an actor; and he said:
"We had it…had a lot of drugs…"

I see Goys and Angels, like Peter
All stuck in the mud of drugs
Same I read of Nazis and elite of ‘Sabbah'.