revolution number nine
row after row of desktop
computers play leapfrog in a
pentagon controlled pole barn
outside angry peasants wave
baseball bats and throw
expletives at robotic guards
as night collapsed into chaos
revolutionaries trade flashlights
for burning man torches
lights darting above oversee
armed forces hellbent on
accelerating the tipping point
morning fog surrenders to man
and his drum machines
moving on to the next outpost
october two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
Wow… you always get me with that last stanza. Fine work…
Thanks so much, D.J. I struggled with that last stanza rewrote it countless times. Nice to know you think it turned out fine!