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apologize for my English pronunciation, but I must read this poem in the language in which it was written by its author. In reference to those events, including his arrest, Mr. Godin wrote: [English] They followed me, they taped me They spied on me, they tripped me They broke in on me, they fell down on me They hooked me, they trapped me They arrested me without a warrant without a reason, without a word, without a look and they frisked my brain They jailed me, they banned me, they exiled me They laughed at me, they tried to destroy me And there was a big silence around here then There was a sort of continental silence All my friends had ...[+++] left town None of the usual talkers could find his words or his breath None of the usual writers could find his pen or his ink But still I am here tonight and I'm gonna be here for a long long time decades and decades after they'll have disappeared from here I'll be hanging around looking for justice, looking for peace looking after my brothers and sisters [Translation] This is what Mr. Godin wrote following the October 1970 events, and I think we should all reflect on these words.