Molly speaks reading the poem "March Fourth" by marylyn cederberg

Scared when you said it was all in my head. As you know we all watched unfold, what was funny; you thought, didn’t you know? I wanted to warn you I wanted it to stop, but no one would believe me unless it came to be.

I feel the fear strong now , this time, I know why. As time ticks on, are we really gone? as the ones in charge escape our funeral pyre?

Every hope , get them to go, where they meet fate eye to eye. This is our world they won’t to destroy.  Let them fall prey to the games they play. It’s been tranparent from day won.

Something to look forward from, i see the twinkle in their smiles. The innocent ones were torn down by their rage to hold me hostage as they waged. But the tables have turned. My victory sour. I never wanted to see this hour.

The price we pay  fare freedom to use. Abuse, destroy.  What miracle will fend for our hearts to believe , to bring the powerful to their knees? Their logic it lies, reality a screen. Will never admit who failed the scheme.