Lady Liberty's Lullaby

quatrain with chain rhyme The edge of the sunset dissolves into the horizon. The day's candle dies, yet fires light the sky once more; once more, as rioters take patrol. Dog days rattle with restless resolve - darkness hinders the search for a handle on the violence the rest of us abhor. Some abhor the absence of control. She hums lullabies to right the wrong. Lady Liberty's torch still burns dimly as citizens at home pray for peace. Peace's torch battles hatred's hammer. Mundane moments mimic the lady's song with feral chants for "justice" so grimly uttered by those paid to disable police, police who serve despite cruel clamor. September 21, 2020 dedicated to the memory of Kenneth Parrott