The mood is tense.
Words are fighting for meaning.
These stressed soldiers cry out
but are not understood.
General Vague evaluates the conflict.
The consonants are not alliterating,
the end words not rhyming,
and the images ‘not working.’
Major Disaster declares the stanzas hopeless.
The transitions are lost,
the punctuation missing,
and the verse running free.
Private Joke laughs to himself.
He sees the experts
with no answers.