Verse 1: In '91, I raised my voice, on theoretical terrain, Lamenting silos, separated by discipline's chain, Calling for commerce 'cross fields that barely speak, Seeking a unifying theory, robust and unique. Chorus: Theory deficit, a scholarly plight, I critique, urging all to write, From Linear Models to paradigms new, Seeking a core that holds true. Verse 2: Intellectual trade, deficits I laid bare, Importing ideas, but exports are rare, A call for synthesis, from borrowed creed, To theories homegrown, that our field can lead. Bridge: Not merely hypothesis testers, but pioneers bold, Crafting new frameworks, letting theories unfold, My call to action, to shake off the dust, Building anew, in this trust. Chorus: Raise the banner, my plea, Forge a path where thoughts run free, From the roots of interdisciplinary seeds, To a vibrant discipline that leads. Outro: So here's to us, thinkers, dreamers, the bold, Crafting a future in narratives told, My words, a beacon bright, Guiding the field to a new height.
