Be the Change You Want to See In The World (Political Satire)

I believe in liberty,

If it doesn’t disturb tranquility.

I believe in preserving autonomy,

As long as you always obey authority.

I believe in the right to free speech,

But don’t disagree with what I teach.

I am extremely political.

I swear, It’s not the least bit hypocritical.

Political Satire Prompt

This poem is about making fun of politics and current events and people.
has to be:
1. eight lines
2. most rhyme (optional)

Ballad

Of the brevity of life, everybody knows.

Yet we wile it away just wishing and waiting,

For Friday, for summer, for love, for a Hogwarts letter, for a handsome man in a time machine

We’ve lost the pleasure of merely being.

So, if you’re thinking Carpe Diem, you’re reading this wrong. I suppose,

What I’m trying to say, is life isn’t just the elating

And blissful moments, but all the messy and mundane in-between.

So be grateful for the dim; it gives the bright its meaning. 

Poem Final

They are the wings of the heart,

The only real magic.

They let one live and die with the heroes pressed between the pages.

They are a bridge to other worlds.

They are love and adventure,

 a hope and a haven.

Inducing laughter and tears,

They are teachers and counselors,

They are the best and most loyal of friends.

Books are so much more than ink and paper—so much more than just stories.

Poem Draft 2

They are the wings of the heart.

They are the only real magic.

They let one live and die with the heroes pressed between the pages.

The bridge to other worlds.

They are love and adventure.

They are a hope and a haven.

Inducing tears and laughter,

They are teachers and counselors,

They are the best and most loyal of friends.

Books are more than just ink and paper—more than just stories.

Editing thing: The wording needs a bit of fine tuning in places. 

Poem draft one

Books are more than just ink and paper—more than just stories.

They are the best and most loyal of friends.

They are teachers and counselors,

Inducing tears and laughter,

Giving hopes and dreams.

They are a hope and a haven.

They are love and adventure,

The bridge to other worlds.

They let one live and die with the heroes pressed between the pages,

They filled my childhood and my memories.

They are the only real magic.

They are the wings of the heart.

Mental editing thing: Reverse the order of the poem to start broad and get more narrow.