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A Poem For Al-Saud’s School Bus Massacre In Yemen’s Saada: “Bloody Coloring Books And Backpacks”

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

Can’t even breathe right…

At the moment, I don’t see days, I only see night…

And I don’t mean those with stars and Luna Blaze…

I mean those engulfed in blackness, choking on scars infused with rage…

Bloody Coloring Books and Backpacks all in my vision…

So many bodies, so much innocence killed…

Trying to find the names of every kid who’s been spilled…

Anxiety sets in, the agony of every victim we feel…

I’m shivering, quivering like they’re with me, like they live in my quill…

Bloody Coloring Books and Backpacks, I’m appalled and I’m sickened…

On a school bus they were, on their way to summer camp…

When the warplanes came and razed their summer plans…

Despicable oppressors claimed it was okay, they were allayed, untroubled and…

If it had to be repeated, they said they would, inhuman tools of Zion and slaves of Uncle Sam…

Bloody Coloring Books and Backpacks, if only they took longer on that most gorgeous of picnics… Continue reading A Poem For Al-Saud’s School Bus Massacre In Yemen’s Saada: “Bloody Coloring Books And Backpacks”

One Year On Since IRGC Officer Mohsen Hojaji’s (R.A.) Martyrdom: A Stoic Glimmer In The Raging Abyss

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

Take a look at his face and then note…

Not a flinch, not a wince, not even a pinch of fear as he has a blade to his throat…

Death sits upon him but it’s light as a feather…

‘Cause he knows he has eternity to spend with Ahlul Bayt (A.S.) and he’ll remain righteous forever…

He went to Syria to fight the Sufyani…

And smite the Anti-Christ Illuminati…

Strike back against the spiteful blight-like Yahoudi Lobby…

He gazed into Global Zionism’s blackened grill and didn’t blink…

He waded through Global Zionism’s bastions still and didn’t sink…

He didn’t think…

He didn’t wink…

He just fought, like it was Ashoura every noon and evening…

Like he was the Islamic Revolution breathing… Continue reading One Year On Since IRGC Officer Mohsen Hojaji’s (R.A.) Martyrdom: A Stoic Glimmer In The Raging Abyss

Poetry Is Mightier Than The Entity: Palestinian Poet Dareen Tatour Sentenced To Prison By ‘Israel’ For Her Powerful Words

by Jonathan Azaziah

The poem is most certainly mightier than the occupation. 36-year old Palestinian poet Dareen Tatour has been sentenced to 5 more months in prison by the usurping Zionist cancer for a poem she wrote in Autumn of 2015 called “Qawem Ya Sha3bi, Qawemhoum (Resist, My People, Resist Them)”. She already spent 3 months in a Jewish dungeon after she was initially arrested in October of 2015 and has been on house arrest with invasive and despicable IOF monitoring for nearly 3 years since. Her prison sentence, which starts next Wednesday, isn’t the end of her nightmare either. As of this moment, she’s still banned from using the Internet and cell phones as well as publishing any of her poetry. Yes, this is exactly like a Zionized version of one of those dystopian, totalitarian sci-fi flicks Jewish Hollywood is always producing–only the dystopian totalitarianism of Jewish supremacy is very much real. An indigenous woman is going to prison — again — for writing a poem that calls on her fellow indigenous brethren not to make “peace” with the bloodthirsty, supremacist terrorists who have been stealing their land, hijacking their culture and destabilizing their region in one capacity or another for nearly a century and a half. Continue reading Poetry Is Mightier Than The Entity: Palestinian Poet Dareen Tatour Sentenced To Prison By ‘Israel’ For Her Powerful Words

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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RIP To Ghassan Kanafani, The Palestinian Writer Who Channeled Eternity Through His Pen

by Jonathan Azaziah

If anyone doubted that the power of the written word is an existential threat to the “chosenite” power structure toxifying God’s Green Earth, then you must not have heard of Ghassan Kanafani. On July 8th, 1972, in fear of how his writings were profoundly inspiring Palestinians, the Kidon unit of the usurping Zionist entity’s Mossad, an international death squad masquerading as an “intelligence service”, detonated a car bomb in Beirut and slaughtered one of the greatest writers in Palestinian as well as modern Arab-Islamic history. From “Men In The Sun” to “Returning To Haifa”, “A Land Of Sad Oranges” to “The Revolution of 1936-39 in Palestine”, “The Apricots of April” and so, so many more, there was no genre that Kanafani dabbled in that he didn’t absolutely own with a brilliant, fluid, unique authority; that he didn’t utterly slay like it was a descendant of the supremacist thieves who stole his country. The novel, the historical, the essay, the poem, it didn’t matter; Kanafani’s ink made anything and everything glow. The martyred PFLP leader’s words were as pristine as they were powerful, as gorgeous as they were militant, as whimsical as they were raw. He didn’t write books; he channeled eternity through his pen. Every page that he completed was a sword of distinctive forging that struck blows on the false crown of Jewish Cultural Imperialism and drew blood from the invaders. For every part of Palestinian history, culture and identity that the Zionists diminished, expropriated and outright destroyed in all their Old Testament-fueled madness, Ghassan Kanafani managed to miraculously bring it all back to life through his phantasmagorical prose, as if ALLAH (SWT) had infused his quill with the essence of Nabi ‘Uzayr (A.S.) and Al-Khidr (A.S.), the Eternal Life Prophet. Continue reading RIP To Ghassan Kanafani, The Palestinian Writer Who Channeled Eternity Through His Pen

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