Fertile are you oh land,
Brainy are your youth,
Gifted are your offsprings,
Diligent are your natives.

Yet you yield bland,
Backwards you are of a sooth,
Trailing advancement like spring,
Quiescent like jammed locomotives.

Talented youths emigrate,
Exodusing for profit,
Leaving you banal and unfit,
Leaving your shores with no sand.

Whirl around oh land
Sweep home your wizzes,
Capture home your fizzes,
Deploy their matter for inventions.

Whet their mettle for innovations,
Explore their minds for transformations,
Recompense their pate,
Only then will you be great.