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Ain’t Nothing Changed
By Rudolph
Lewis
Ain’t nothing changed but you
brother—
Searchlights, night helicopters
hunting runaways
Veils of innocence
clever on Madison Avenue & mtv
Heads crowned with fresh hoarfrost
yet rambling still on our minds, like yesterdays.
Ain’t nothing changed but you
brother—
You no longer call me
with urgency hot on your tongue
about the Revolution is on!
Repression grinding jackboots
dressed now in bright suits
& red tie, broad grins to
please the cameras
Ain’t nothing different. . .
But the mirrors upon which
the light of errors dances
A black boy, a basketball, hope
But you, brother, you’re playing
golf at the club with MJ & Tiger.
Ain’t nothing changed, brother
Not the crystal skies
of our head holding
dreams
Not the blackness of scavenging birds
crowded into laboring urban landscapes
Prophets of success in suburban havens
like wooded Guilford & Ten Hills.
Ain’t nothing changed but you
brother—
You still a retiring ceo,
daylight comes, daylight goes,
making ends meet how we may
Festivals & Erika Badu
& money
raising trips to Malcolm’s grave.
Nothing but blue vertigo
& the barbs of steel
wire enclosures & tanks
colloquiums & councils justifying
war on the most wretched of humanity
Armies and machines
Point men press
their points as talking heads
Nothing is changed, brother—
We won’t give up & we won’t let go
There’s still possibility & surprise
Sunrise angling gardenias of soul
Ancients & ancestors like ghosts
The Armies of heaven poised, silent . . .
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