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Poem by Sacha, February 2nd, 2008

As I sit here in a daze, pondering my existance wondering what is in store for me in the furture. I think, 20 years of agony for a mistake, created by my insanity, impuls, fear and alcohol all intertwind!

I sit here and think were they really going to rob me that night or was that night fealing the cold steal of my 38 revolver that I had packed at my lower back. I could take there lives before they take mine.

I sit here in a daze wondering if only I would have taken my medication that my mother gave me, I would have been asleep and and my future would have been restored, I would be at home in a comfortable bed, not sleeping on hard steal, not here, not now, rotting in a cell,with the rest of the world’s trash.

I sit here in a daze thinking I had it good out there , but fear took it away and no way of getting it back.

I sit here in a daze thinking that at times my sanity has been restored but at times feels as if I might lose it again reality becomes fantasy , anger becomes pain , my body shakes as I pace my cell back and forth, not knowing if this is a dream or are they breaking me? Not knowing how/where and when.

As I sit here in a daze I try not to think of what I could have been in 20 years, but I know one thingI would surely had been dead by now, using all those drugs to ease my pain created by my emotional turmoil, oh the pain, the pain.

As I site here in a daze I close my eyes to see the faces of my loved one that have never turned there backs upon me, they will stay with me till the end , my judgement day has come and still they stay by my side to protect me from my demons.

As I sit here in a daze my anger has gone, I am at peace I love and shal be loved, I am at peace my name is Sacha Bond and Justice will be served

by Sacha Bond ,
Dade Correctional institution ,
Florida City, Fl. K06444 -F2214

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10:16am Apr 19th
Diane Levesque - Sacha's Mom

I want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for keeping up the good work towards giving all that you do to get Sacha back to Canada. He has spent over 4 years incarcerated in a Florida Medium Security Prison. Sacha needs to come back home where he can have the support of family and friends, the therapy and proper medication for his mental disorder "Bipolar"

Don't you think that if Sacha was such a threat to the Security of Canada and it's Citizens that he would also be considered a threat to the Security of the U.S.A, its Citizens and would be kept in a Maximum Security Prison instead of the Medium Security/ Dade C.KI. in Florida City until last week when he was moved to Tallahassee's/ Jefferson's Prison yet another Medium Security Institution?

How about the Recommendations from Correctional Service Canada and the Canadian Justice Dept. who wrote in black and white that Sacha is "NOT A Threat to our Country" and recommended that Sacha be transferred back.

There has been hundreds of letter that have already been written directly to Stockwell Day and to Prime Minister Harper concerning their outrage of his Decision to Deny Sacha's return to Canada and treating him as if he was a Terrorist / Serial Killer which he is not. " NO ONE WAS HURT IN HIS OFFENCE"

How can we as Canadians accept this travesty of Justice. One minister who knows noting about Mental Illness have so much power and overturning the Recommendations of Correctional Service Canada and the Justice Dept Canada;
Friday, April 18, 2008 - 01:00 PM

To Write Sacha:
Sacha Michel Bond DC#K06444
Jefferson C.I.
1050 Big Joe Road
Monticello, Florida 32344-0430

By diane at 04/19/2008 - 16:48
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First they came...

A version of the poem from the New England memorial, which is true to the actual speech by Martin Niemöller. See the second line.

First they came for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Communist.

Then they came for the sick, the so-called incurables, and I didn't speak up,
because I wasn't mentally ill.

Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Jew.

Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak up for me

Poem by Sacha, February 2nd, 2008