The business of predictions

"The world will grow!"
The word will grow.
surfing on a speed boat in the sea of words,
corporate predictions of economy & industries
dash against reality ineffectually, withering away like soap suds.
Those smooth upward curves promised by the analysts
need to wear the wrinkles of human condition.
The modern day charlatans, safely tied to a tie and behind glass skyscrapers,
let the excel sheets do their legwork.
They exercise the columns and rows, stretching the formula here & there.
where's the variable of ineffective leadership?
where's the variable of the will of the young?
where's the variable of the villages burnt down by hatred?
where's the variable of the dreamer's dreams?
In the least, where's the rear view mirror?
If you must let a quack exist,
teach him to be entertaining at least.