today
was so brutal
the world exploded blood
body parts in the flood
hope is lethal
let's pray
tonight
there was no moon
dark skies will seal the doom
such waste seen in the gloom
"will this pass soon"
he writes
maybe
come tomorrow
there won't be any hate
or a world, at this rate
too much sorrow
let's plea
a formed poem--a Scallop with specific rhyme and syllable count