AugPoWriMo 24

Running out of steam as the summer ends
Burning the candle if it breaks or bends
The sun is too hot to walk on the street
So you stare out of windows on repeat
The flickering flame on the TV set
Has nothing to say you haven’t heard yet
Just sip on your cup and say that it’s fine
It must be their fault since it isn’t mine
They just announced there’s a miracle cure
You give them your blood if they call it pure
Pay no attention as the shots ring out
Vindicating what protests bring about
Say their names while you live say them again
Sadly this season does not have an end