Race And Politics Poem by J.G. Finch

They fight but is it my fight?
What have I done but be born with black skin?
They fight, red against blue

They fight, black skin against white
They fight and fight
one against the other

And look at me
on neither side...

The rain pours, and death whispers in my ear
The air is cold, and the rain rattles to the ground

I walk under my umbrella alone
but I'm not happy or sad

The rain pours
and there is strength in me
The rain pours
and they continue to fight one against the other
And the rain continues to pour
and they fight as they fought before I was born and after I was born
And they fight, they fight

​It is all they know!