Daily writing prompt

What are you most worried about for the future?

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Did you happen to read the news
that Venezuela become the first country
in the American continent to lose all its glaciers?
Oh, thousands of miles away,
this overpopulated metropolitan I call home
will soon drown as well, swallowed by the ocean,
and that is why the government is moving the capital
to a province deep in the woods
because what was there to lose except for
centuries-old trees and some air we breathe?

On another page, 21,000 children are unaccounted
after the squatters want more acres, they get rid of every obstacle
excusing themselves, “the battle is inevitable.”
Won’t your hearts tremble
from seeing millions of people across the sphere
marching in unison, carrying the same flag, shouting the same words,
only the languages are different
Oh, the mass! The people! So powerful!
Yet ones with ammo are more deathful
and those sitting in high chairs have their own agenda, you fool.

In the northwest, too, bloods still boil and ooze,
and this time the statistics are not just body counts
with the balloons in your pockets bursting, leaving it empty.
Only then did the privileged realize they took their meals for granted
when farmers had long wondered why their plants withered and yielded no harvest.
Oh, whom to blame for creating the market so free it intermingled
unshielded from turbulence it left the world in chaos?
Meanwhile, in the Far East, people worry that they no longer produce babies,
“From where will our workers be?” oh please, isn’t that why we blur our borders?
Why bring innocent souls into a world of tragedy, with more mouths to feed?

Wait a second, I need to turn on the AC,
it’s getting hotter and hotter this day.
But on second thought, I gotta go,
damn these piling deadlines and a tedious job,
if only my house loan isn’t killing me.
I have no time to worry about the unforeseeable
and what may come, when my present is too bleak already.
Until the next time—
that, if we’re destined to be.