Category Archives: Poetry

Why We Say DTI: 11-Year Old Palestinian Boy Yasser Amjad Moussa Abou Naja Murdered By ‘Israel’ In Gaza

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

This little boy is Yasser Amjad Moussa Abou Naja.

This little boy is Palestinian from the illegally besieged Gaza Strip.

This little boy was 11 years old.

This little boy was shot in the head by ‘Israeli’ occupation forces at 7:15 pm on June 29th, 2018.

This little boy was hit with a butterfly bullet which explodes on impact and grinds tissue to dust.

This little boy’s skull was shattered.

This little boy was dead on arrival when he got to the hospital.

This little boy was so disfigured that his momma Samah only recognized him because of his clothes. Continue reading Why We Say DTI: 11-Year Old Palestinian Boy Yasser Amjad Moussa Abou Naja Murdered By ‘Israel’ In Gaza

The Lyrical Menace Is Back! Promo Art For Madd Cold’s Return: Choke On Another Matzoh Ball, B’nai B’rith!

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

When they tell you to be silent… You speak louder.

When they tell you stop reaching for justice… You reach prouder.

When they tell you they plan… You trust that God plans stronger.

When they tell you to give up and sit down… You stand taller.

When they tell you that you belong in the ground… You say, “Soon, you’ll see me fly.”

And when they call you “anti-Semite”, you just smile and hit ’em right between their beady eyes…

with a big FTJ and an even bigger DTI!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Artwork by the indefatigable and epically brilliant Mohammad Hamza of Intifada Street)

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“Be”: An Islamic-Qur’anic-Poetic Tribute To Jesus Christ (A.S.), Prophet, Messiah and Palestinian Revolutionary

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

For Sayyed Mohamad Jawad Chirri (R.A.): Your inquires inspired fire. ALLAH yerhamou.
For ‘Isa al-Masih (A.S.): I look forward to meeting you one day iza ALLAH rad.
For my wife: Like many of my poems, this one was birthed by your inner beauty. I LoVe you so much habibty <3
And for The Bird: I pray you know how beautiful you are… Subhan’ALLAH.

“… He said, ‘So it is that Allah creates whatever He wishes. When He decides on a matter He just says to it ‘’‘Be’‘’ and it is.’” (The Holy Qur’an, Surah Al-Imran, Ayah 47)

“… ‘I have certainly brought you a sign from your Lord. I will create for you out of clay the form of a bird, then I will breathe into it, and it will become a bird by Allah’s leave.’” (The Holy Qur’an, Surah Al-Imran, Ayah 49) Continue reading “Be”: An Islamic-Qur’anic-Poetic Tribute To Jesus Christ (A.S.), Prophet, Messiah and Palestinian Revolutionary

Eid Al-Adha Mubarak To The Forces, Nations And Peoples Of Resistance

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

Eid al-Adha Mubarak to all, as well as your families, friends and beloveds, with a special Eid al-Adha Mubarak to the forces, nations and peoples of Resistance whose triumphs not only give us inspiration to do more and do better, but hope to fight on through what is undoubtedly the darkest time in humanity’s history, in which Earth’s Most Evil are globe holders and globe molders, and because of their transhistorical hubris proliferating due to their unprecedented wealth, power and influence, our globe smolders. But we have extinguishers, masha’ALLAH, and they, through their resistance, have given this filth the cold shoulder! It is they who we honor today as we celebrate Prophet Ibrahim’s (A.S.) selflessness and Prophet Isma’il (A.S.) transcending bravery’s peaks via his embracing of the prospect of martyrdom in the name of Islam; it is this spiritual heroism, embedded in the DNA of Ahlul Bayt (A.S.) and its followers, that we are witnessing today regionwide despite the otherworldly caliber of International Zionism’s oppression. Continue reading Eid Al-Adha Mubarak To The Forces, Nations And Peoples Of Resistance

Reading Is Resistance: Required Books For Understanding Black-Jewish Relations

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

If you ain’t never read these, then you don’t know a damn thing about Black-Yahoudling relations, Black history in JewmeriKKKa and really, Jews/Judaism/Jewishness/Zionism period. Y’all are flyweights attempting to bang with the Iraqi Ernie Shavers.

Get your knowledge up or get polished up with a solid snuff/Y’all are the equivalent of rotten and toxic dust/Petrified of these Jews who view you as nothing but noxious muck/It’s a whole lotta stuff that none of y’all colonized cowards are tryna touch/But DON’T WORRY, ’cause Madd Cold The Sublime, appointed by The Divine’s enough/RISE OF THE GOY, and we gon’ grind ’till every institution of this devilish swine is crushed/ 😀 😀 😀

Blacks and Jews books 1

Blacks and Jews books 2

Imam Khomeini: The Seed From Which All Mighty Trees Of Resistance Grow Strong

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

An angelic birth…
That brought heavenly Nour to this hellish earth…
Our Noble Prophet’s (S.A.W.W.) son…
Whose life of greatness would solidify that our Noble Prophet (S.A.W.W.) won…
An orphan child…
Whose wings were magnificent, he couldn’t help but soar in style…
The winter downpour, it’s quite…
Incredible, it’s you who made the ground roar with life…
The summer’s blessed shower…
Who gave the globe’s oppressed power…
The spring’s newness…
Whose very aura was so enchanting it could bring music…
Whose fearlessness left kings clueless…
The autumn’s wonder, beauty personified…
Who sowed hope in the broken, the downtrodden and the brutally colonized…
The red rose…
Whose fragrance gives breath to dead souls…
The tiny seed…
Eternal in nature, from you grew the most mighty trees…
The giant voice…
Whose sound is so loud it crushes crowns and any and all flags that the tyrants hoist…
The thunderous speech…
That shook thrones and made corrupt governments weak…
That shook drones and awakened the dumb as they were slumbering deep…
That made the plunderers weak…
The white light…
Who made the night bright…
The black blade…
Who left the vultures, the vipers, the hyenas and the rats slayed…
Justice in the flesh…
Every attribute of Ahlul Bayt (A.S.) encrusted in your chest…
The shine of stars…
Whose vision was so strategic it exceeded telescopes that could see the other side of Mars…
The fire burning up the sires of entropy…
Who filled the Empire with enmity…
Because you made the Empire a memory…
And petrified the Zionist enemy…
To the point it began recognizing its chemistry…
As unstable, unsustainable, it wouldn’t be embedded in the future…
‘Cause the Seed From Which All Mighty Trees of Resistance Grow, said it was tumor…
Said it would vanish from the pages of time…
You were and are too amazing to ever rate or define…
Such a militant, phoenix-like, sensational rise…
Could have only come straight from the Creator Divine…
You were and are our most wonderful sage and sublime…
The instigator of historical changes that basically flowed with cadence and rhyme…
The obliterator of swine…
The maker of Revolution who gave us a reason to be unafraid and ALIVE…
Your spiritual children, those of Wilayat al-Faqih, grow everyday like they were berating the skies…
The Coast Redwood of Hizbullah, stands the highest, the most vibrant and pure…
The Mountain Ash of Ansarullah, moves untouched and achieves triumphs in the violence of war…
The Giant Sequoia of the Iraqi Resistance, fights like you taught them, so God-reliant and raw…
Sheikh Zakzaky the Southern Blue Gum, every precious word he speaks is so defiant and sure…
The Alpine Ash of Palestinian Islamic Jihad, every moujahid ready to die for the cause…
And Ayatollah Sayyed Ali Khamenei, your reflection, guiding them all…
Ya Imam Khomeini (R.A.), 27 years ago your spirit had to go on…
But you’re still here, and we still cheer and rock to your every rhythm like a classical slow song…
Ya Imam Khomeini (R.A.), because of you we will liberate our world from those who think they’re “chosen” but they’re so wrong…
Like you, the Ever-Rushing River of Truth, we will flow on…
Because you, Ayatollah Sayyed Ruhollah (R.A.), are the Seed From Which All Mighty Trees Of Resistance Grow Strong <3

Hussein al-Houthi and Hajj Moustafa: The Poetic Tale Of Two Sayyed Badreddines

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

Sons of Karbala, Yemeni and Lebanese
In your selfless sacrifice, you’re now together, see?! It’s destiny!
With your holy martyr blood, you laid waste to the enemies’ hegemony
And even as they concocted malevolence
So toxic, this nemesis
Noxious since Genesis, they’ve been operating heavily with devilry
You still strove!
And chilled those ill souls!
‘Till those pathetic schemes were leveled clean
Like your Katyushas had swooped in and reduced ‘em to kettle steam and severed dreams
Because your raw faith is like pure grace, you know the remedy is heavenly
Qur’anic Culture is the answer
to the Halakhic vultures and their cancer
And you both walked the path of Mouqawamah to tread and reach the mezzanine
You both waged Resistance and blazed more than a trail
You were like chainsaws and the nails
in the coffins of these savages, shattered them ‘till their entity was dead and reamed
Brought so many to this Cause of Truth, moving cleverly with enmity
towards these demons who never seem to let it breathe
in their quest to offensively and endlessly
wreak havoc on Earth and spread disease and entropy
You burning embers of Nour, you roared back relentlessly with chemistry
derived from ALLAH (SWT) to inspire Jihad for the past, future and presently so epically
Sharp as Zulfiqar, your most handsome angelic wings just yell and scream
As you soar so majestically and splendidly
And your dauntless spirits…
Live on like lyrics…
in the struggles of the oppressed, the stricken and the peasantry foreverly
Two Sayyed Badreddines, glowing so luminescently in ecstasy
Two Sayyed Badreddines, glowing so fluorescently with Heaven’s gleam
Two Sayyed Badreddines, martyrdoms mirror each other!
Like reflections so clear of each other!
Like your spirits be brothers! The comparison rings true so resplendently and specially
Sons of Karbala, Yemeni and Lebanese
In your selfless sacrifice, you’re now together, see?! It’s destiny!

Hajj Moustafa Badreddine: The Most Splendiferous Light Of A Shahid

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

Struggler from the Heavens, so righteous and pristine
Truth flowed from your being with the likeness of a stream
All the sacrifices you made, fightin’ for our Deen
Solidified your status as a legendary Striker of the fiends
You rained hell on their plots and dropped lightning on their schemes
Kept the enemies scared to death and frightened in their dreams
Only thing you loved more than Mouqawamah was martyrdom
And you departed from the heart of us crushing the darkness with the brightness of a beam
Focused on one direction, AL-QUDS, and getting all the demonic lycans just to leave
Not a drop of the virus left, all the lice-ridden, cowardly mice-men have been cleaved
Out of the equation by your sanctified blood, entity dies after being knifed into debris
Every step you took was to ensure Palestine was made whole, reunited and then freed
Right next to your brother star Hajj Imad, you transformed the Party of God into an army so mighty, a titan of a team!
Sayyed Zulfiqar, you were epic in every sense of it
A pure Resistance life with a brilliant mind of deadly intelligence
Your legacy’s elegant, so priceless and unique
Hajj Moustafa, we already ache in your absence
But we won’t gripe and we won’t grieve
We’ll celebrate you as one of the greatest-ever slayers of dragons
Salute you every day and every night for all the heights that you achieved
‘Cause you’re still with us, too sublime to die, but so sublime you fly, the most splendiferous light of a Shahid

Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah: Comet Of Mouqawamah

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

Sun don’t shine like you shine, nor does the moon
Nor do the stars, you’re just so awesome and smooth
Every time we see you, our raw love for ya just soars up like hordes of balloons
It must be that smile, so incandescent!
More innocent than a child, it’s in your essence!
So gorgeous and cool
You’re attacked from all sides by all sorts of buffoons
But none of ‘em can touch you with their sedition and darkness
You’re Resistance incarnate
And they’re all just boors, thugs and goons
Your Party is ALLAH’s
And these agents of the Satan are shoddy with their barbs
Challenging you will get enemies smashed into sawdust granules
A warrior second to none, we’re in awe watching your verbal sword crush the tools
Ya Nasrallah! More outta this world than phenomenal Andromeda
Ya Abou Hadi! Comet of Mouqawamah!
It’s beyond the realm of an honor to hear your words roar, rush and zoom
Our Sayyed! Inspiration galore, your fire and Nour just consume
Sacrifice our lives for you, we’ll happily take every gore, cut and wound
‘Cause you mean everything to us, the living, breathing embodiment of Pure, Just and True

Random Rhymes: Syria Still Shines!

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

The Syrian Arab Republic still shines and beams/‘Cause its armed forces, Hizbullah and their vibrant teams/ain’t let the US-Zionist swine achieve its violent dreams/Men of God ain’t let the House of Saud capitalize on its mindless schemes/Whole world owes Syria a debt, let’s make it a timeless meme/