Bad guys are Red...
Good guys are Blue...
If you play in the Game Grid,
Best hope Sark's not against you.

Okay, this is an old topic I see, but I just remembered I had a Tron poem, too, and wanted to go dig it up.
(Bear in mind I don't normally write in this non-rhyming, freeform style, so that's probably why this kinda stinks.)

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"The Users"

Light lives
Energy breathes
Strangers with the faces of friends fight desperately, trying to escape
Shouting their silent protests
Struggling their microscopic struggles
In their pulsating energy world

Daring escape
Angry rebellion
Fighting for freedom
Surging light, beams of energy zap,
Pulse and throb in their ethereal world.

But we have no knowledge of these happeings.
None of this has any meaning to us;
We have no idea of their world's very existence.
And if we did--
--we probably wouldn't care.

We think ourselves superior;
with one push of a button, we can wipe out
entire cities, snuff out lives like electronic candles,
all from the comfort of our own desks.

But--

Zoom out.
Away from the computer on the desk.
Away from the room.
Away from the building.
Higher, higher.
Straight streets, square buildings, from up here they look so tiny.
--Wait...is that a city or a microchip?

Whose program are _we_ following?
Who's using us?

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(bows)

...Notorious

Aww, thanks! I wrote that right after I first saw the movie (which was in 1992, for some reason). I don't write poems very often...so the fact that THIS movie inspired me to do so, should be taken as a sign of how much of a fangirl it made me, right there.

Well, that and the two-page-across "poster"-sized drawing/marker-drawing/painting based off the movie that I did... :P

...Notorious

Very good! I thought it captured the feel of Tron perfectly.

Good stuff, Pulsewoman Welcome to the Sector.