Inspiration, what inspiration?

I have only written one poem in the last few weeks and that was an angry rant. I try to be positive and, I hope, mildly witty in what I write and of late I have had such visceral anger at the way the world is my inspiration and desire to be entertaining have lain dormant.

Until we can rid ourselves of the malignant powers that are governing us and others in many parts of the world I can't see my inspiration coming back any time soon.

Until the world gets back on track to a kinder, more empathy-led governance I will have to target my limited resources, intellectual and financial at standing up to injustice and inequality wherever and whenever I can.

This is likely to be by signing petitions, open letters, contacting my MP/the PM, and donating to causes which counter injustice and prejudice.

That's about all I can be arsed to say just now other than to ask people to be tolerant and kind so we can all live peacefully together.