In the shadow of factories, the bells would chime,
A rhythm of order, a march in time.
“Don’t think, just do,” the old mantra said,
As dreams were tucked neatly away, left for dead.
Rows of young faces, all lined up in place,
Learning to follow, to quicken the pace.
With hands that were calloused, and minds that were still,
They crafted a future, but stifled the will.
“I want a nation of workers,” the vision was clear,
Where questions were silenced, and doubt turned to fear.
But the world has transformed, and the winds now have changed,
What once was a blessing now feels so estranged.
For the heart of the future beats wild and free,
It craves innovation, it longs to be.
Curiosity dances, and creativity sings,
In a landscape of thinkers, where possibility springs.
So let’s break the old molds, let’s shatter the chains,
Embrace the unknown, let go of the reins.
For a nation of thinkers, of dreamers, of doers,
Can build a tomorrow where hope always endures.
Let’s nurture the questions, let’s honor the
spark,
In the light of their brilliance, we’ll find our true mark.
For a world that is changing needs minds that can soar,
Not just a nation of workers, but so much more.