He cashed in on the clash of two ideas,
A business opportunity that turned
A student of medicine into killer.
He couldn’t cash out; his cache of arms ran out,
As did his luck, and, above all, his friends.
Angolans celebrated on the streets
When his dead body, bullet-riddled, was
Broadcast – live – on his coveted TV.
How many Savimbis have I seen die
Trying to turn an ideology
Into a business plan? The new idea,
Freedom, turns students into killers
Here, in my country; the bottom line
Accrues to westerners and savvy patriots.
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