Nothing changes As the night burns Into an unholy morning Of despair, A scream without translation. American spring, Killing season in Kentucky, Minnesota, Carolina, Georgia, New York. Nothing changes but the names, Mississippi, St. Louis, L.A. Vigilantes and police, Incendiary commentary by the chief Executive That fans the flames. Nothing changes but the body counts, God's sons' and daughters' stolen right To breathe. At least a fire gets seen.