Forced Perspective

If everyone could see the world
As I see it,
There would be no murder,
No war.
No one would ever dare
To spoil perfect landscapes
With blood stains;
Shatter it's native peace
With explosions.
It was good to be so ignorant,
Eyes closed,
Groping my smiling way,
With the world revolving
At arms' length.
The only locales on Earth,
The place I inhabited
And the places
I'd rather be.
My private concerns
Played out on a stage,
While just behind the curtain,
People were dying;
Killed by the hundreds,
Killed in their homes,
Killed in a fervor
Of self-righteous belief.
Maybe the closest thing
To peace is believing
Your own problems
Are important.