Charles Taylor once you were a big beast in the jungle, you
had blood diamonds and sold weapons to Sierra Leone, and
you were complicit in invading another country.
What in earth made you think you were an imperial power?
So now you are in prison where other bad buggers sit like
tiny ants in a hole. And you bitterly know that in the world
justice is not relevant for the really big guys, they can drone
whoever they want and sell weapons to whomever they like
and they will never join you in Haag, but become elders and
rich enough to buy diamonds for their wives. Charles Taylor,
you are in a good company and you can spend time playing
poker with burnt out matchsticks and glass beads.