Uzbekistan

I cannot picture in my mind
A time when this was so,
Before me is a nation true,
But the essence is so low.

Oftentimes a people stand
Proud, and confident below,
But little do they really know,
So inadequate the show.

Here we have a chance supreme,
To grasp in fists so firm,
The truth which is so fitting
For a people, of full term,

To utilise their skills and wisdom,
And show all eyes that see,
Just what can be achieved at will,
By a group, en mass, so free.