The Perfect View

Underneath the darkness all I see is a dim light.
Not knowing what's in store there, I'm afraid of losing my sight-
What's left of this world...the perfect view of it all.
With all the agony and despair how will we not fall?
Wars, gangs, and diseases is this really what we want?
If not then why is it something that so many taunt?
If you could change one thing in this place
Would you choose world hunger or the nose on your face?
Little things so unimportant then why do we put them first?
Because we are all materialistic and shallow and don't always care who we hurt.
With little hope in only a few
Peace, love, and happiness would be the perfect view.