The Pharisees Are Still Mad, Ya Hugo: A Poem For El Comandante Chavez (rip) On His 6th Martyrdom Anniversary

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

From a Mud Hut, most humble and lovestruck, you rose from nothing…

A poor, mixed boy with a baseball dream…

To a revolutionary legend that saw the Monsters’ ploys and strafed all schemes…

3isa al-Masi7’s (A.S.) point man in Latin America, there’s no discussion…

I’ve seen your smile put stars to shame, the glow that you glow’s robust and…

In spite of the Dragon breathing down your neck with a fire that’s so disgusting…

Feeling the burn, but your skin didn’t char in the slightest…

A superhero, too burly…

To be pushed around by the Hebraic men and Jew-girlies…

That dictate hegemony and and assassinate anyone tarring and marring their vice-grip…

You stood, threw bolts of Pure Resistance like an angel-gunner, and from your harp there was lightning…

Avatar of Bolivar…

Hands, feet and mandibles of José Gabriel Túpac Amaru…

Soldier, nay, General of the One God (SWT) and His Brightness…

The sparking and heartbeat…

Of José Martí…

When you spoke, the Earth trembled ’cause you survived every hardship and crisis…

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