Best Politicalpain Poems

In Pain

Sitting on the sad stone floor
Desolate, cracks and holes
like a face full of bad acne 
crying from the pressure 
of a million feet a second 
the Prof. Preaches Pain 
9/11, Bush, Terror
tight chock-hold
upon the class
I read Bukowski outside, reaching 
my ears towards his speech 
Bukowski speaks of pain 
pain of the individual 
the Prof. speaks of pain of 
everyone 
of Iraqis 
of American Soldiers 
of the dead, pain released 
the Floor is in pain 
we are all collectively cracked 
on the surface, in pain