Nothings Changed is about Apartheid'

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Nothings Changed is about Apartheid.
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• Nothings Changed Tatamkhulu Afrika Context
• This is an autobiographical poem. Tatamkhulu
  Afrika lived in Cape Town's District 6, which was
  then a thriving mixed-race inner-city community.
  People of all colours and beliefs lived together
  peacefully, and Afrika said he felt 'at home'
  there.  
• In the 1960s, as part of its policy of apartheid
  the government declared District 6 a
  'whites-only' area, and began to evacuate the
  population. Over a period of years, the entire
  area was razed to the ground. Most of it has
  never been built on.  
• Tatamkhulu Afrika was brought up in Cape Town,
  South Africa, as a white South African. When he
  was a teenager, he found out that he was actually
  Egyptian-born - the child of an Arab father and a
  Turkish mother.
• The South African government began to classify
  every citizen by colour - white, black and
  coloured. Afrika turned down the chance to be
  classed as white, and chose instead to become a
  Muslim and be classified as coloured.

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District Six. No board says it is but my feet
know, and my hands,
He recognises District Six his body tells him
that he is there.
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squats ugly word, suggests the inn doesnt
belong there. glass creates a barrier he can
see how white people live but cant enter. haute
cuisine serves posh food.
Brash with glass, name flaring like a flag, it
squats in the grass and weeds, incipient Port
Jackson trees new, up-market, haute
cuisine, guard t the gatepost, whites only inn.
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There is no official segregation now, but the
feeling of inequality lives on.
No sign says it is but we know where we belong.
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He is an outsider he has to look inside. He
knows that the restaurant will be luxurious.
I press my nose to the clear panes, know, before
I see them, there will be, crushed ice white
glass, linen falls, the single rose.
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The inn and the cafe are close to each other
just down the road. However, they are
completely separate.
Down the road, working mans cafe sells bunny
chows. Take it with you, eat it at a plastic
tables top, wipe your fingers on your
jeans, spit a little on the floorits in the
bone.
The cafe serves basic food and has plastic
tables. This contrasts sharply with the white
peoples inn in the previous stanza.
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I back from the glass boy again, leaving small
mean O of small mean mouth. Hands burn for a
stone, a bomb, to shiver down the
glass, Nothings changed.
Hands burn shows his anger. He wants to
break the glass he wants to remove the barrier
between black and white. The poem ends
negatively. Even when apartheid has ended, he
does not see any change.