Hey, we don't know,
sometimes we only want dark clouds,
the bluest skies are too much.
I think I am worried about the climate changes
that I have witnessed since my very own youth
in your poem you mention the word, economists
and I think aren't we all at some point, or at least
shouldn't we be?
We cannot use an umbrella to mask the truth anymore.
Sure, maybe past generations, even some from my youth
have a tiny sliver of an excuse,
but not now, the tools, the history is all there,
some of us have lived through enough of it to know
the changes to the environment are real
I for one know, we need to work together to make a positive change -
and maybe one day even imagine a different kind of umbrella
like an old coin used for trade thousands of years before,
I'm talking full on Keynesian economics baby!
Give a hoot about your brother, and the last bastion
of environment that we need to use,
together, all of us, efficiently.
And hell yes, it's complicated as heck.
How do we build a better umbrella so you can easily close the damn thing, and store it
for when it's needed again.
used to be, even if you didn't have one, it might be a little unpleasant,
but no biggie
And don't get me started about tornado's, droughts, and biblical flooding
or oceans so acidic that most of the fishes, or any fishes with wishes,
wish they could someday find a new planet to live on to survive.