Friday, April 29, 2011

The War Room

Loyal pixels, I do command you

March to eyeballs form your colors

Each alone inert, unbiased

Corralled together, you rule the world

Drunk on power, your fury twinkles

Fomenting change in every portal

Nodes of nothing, you’ve no idea

The world once fought with ink & arrows

Now its red, green, blue.

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