Poem: Let Them Eat Leaves
Late at night, wrapped in the keffiyeh
loomed and sent to me from Hebron,
I try to imagine how it feels to starve to death.

Late at night, wrapped in the keffiyeh
loomed and sent to me from Hebron,
I try to imagine how it feels to starve to death.
No living artist has better portrayed what has been going on with Israel’s colonial project than singer-songwriter David Rovics. He is the political troubadour of this American century.
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