My Swedish Dream Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

When life gifts us a breakaway on center ice,
And the crowd roars louder than a Zamboni,
Yesterday's dreams are victorious,
Never looking back towards the blue-line.
Enfolding a victory for the martyrs of 2017. 
 
Swedish pioneers settled the heartland,
Almsgivers to a barren land,
Homesteaders cultivated farms,
Longing to keep Svenska culture and Viking clubs alive.
Sophist emerged with each new generation,
Theologist, mathematicians and philosophers as Nick Bostrom alike,
Reality is we have graduated to a philosophy of Transhumanism,
Omnipresent in a simulation hypothesis. 
My dream is simple! Love and harmony for all.