Prose Ecurity

If you know me
(Which you probably
Don't,
This being only the third
Poem
In the book)
You'll think that this
Poem
Has nothing to do
With security
(Or even ecurity,
Whatever that is).
But
You'd be wrong.
See,
This poem dose
Have something to do
With security and
War in
General.
In my opinion,
War
Is evil
In all instances.
Gosh, people,
Can't we all just
Get along?
It's not
That hard!
If someone hits you,
They're just looking
To start a fight.
Don't
Take them up on it.
Just say,
"Hey, that's
Not cool,"
And just
Walk away.
No nukes,
Anything.
Just so you know,
I'm writing this poem
In English class
On April the eighth, the two thousand and third
Year after a guy was nailed to a tree
For saying the same thing I am now,
At eleven thirty-seven o'clock in the morning,
Right after the beginning of the War.
So, let's have peace.
I'd like to get this book
Published
Before we all get nuked
Off the planet.
Seriously