My grandson walked up to me today and said
Grandpa, how come half the world’s staple food crops are dead?
Now, I had been dreading this question for some time
How to explain this environmental crime?
So I said, son, way back in 2005
When there were only six billion people alive
There was a mistaken belief that things were alright
That when the time came, we could fix the problem overnight
Then he asked, how could so many people have been wrong?
So I said, well some of us were right all along
But ego is a very destructive force
And then there is the power of arrogance of course
The insidiousness of those people who say
If we tell enough lies, the problem will just go away
He considered this for a moment, then simply asked why
And I had to hold back my inclination to cry
I held him tight, ran my fingers through his hair
And said the first rule of life, son, is that life isn’t fair
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