A Place Preferred Poem by Felicia Branch

Is there such a thing as a perfect world?
A place without diseases and unknown cures?
A place without crime, taking lives that aren't mine.
A place where things can't be wasted...like time.
Is there such a thing as equality?
Where diversity is accepted in private and openly?
A place where struggle can no longer flow.
And hate can make its home deep in the shadows.
Is there such a thing as a perfect world?
Where peace and kindness is always preferred?
A place where respect and passion can be seen.
And not just a distant thought in somebody's dream.