Though We May Not Be Saints -Roundabout Poem

I take my pen, write words to paint, With boldness, color lines. My views reveal, Some thoughts I feel, With boldness, color lines. When there’s a need, strong words define, Strike hard, bear truth at will. Hit the mighty Powers that be, Strike hard, bear truth at will. Courage stands with a heart of steel, Expressed in poetry. It will not faint, defy restraint, Expressed in poetry. To point out truth is writing free, Though we may not be saints. Threats can’t confine What we incline, Though we may not be saints. All rights reserved—Cynthia Buhain-Baello—05.16.15 The Roundabout poem is a four stanza poem, with each stanza consisting of 5 lines. The poem is written in iambic and the lines have 4 feet, 3 feet, 2 feet, 2 feet and 3 feet respectively. The rhyme scheme is abccb/bcddc/cdaad/dabba. Roundabouts can be on any subject.