2021
Eric of Pomerania, former King of Denmark, Sweden and Norway has a mask strapped on as the pandemic rages through our planet. Last year has left us wordless, Only sounds left in our mouths, of melancholy, of sighs of inebriated boredom blended with fear stemming from down deep, asking why's we seek comfort in groups based on country, religion, political grouping our loyalties rigid "not there for the taking" But, Aren't we factionless? Didn't we come here alone? And as even the pandemic ripped through our bones form home to home We know we will all afterall, die alone? And amidst all this madness, all we can do is search our souls, for some kindness And in this soul searching We are all, afterall, not alone. Last year we all changed we stood together in one form or anoth...