Traitor to his country
He turns up on foreign soil
At a soccer stadium
In the second row of the bleachers,
A middle-aged man
Wearing dark glasses
With a part in his hair,
He watches the soccer team
Of the land he turned his back on.
Now it's the kickoff:
His small-footed countrymen
Can't play a high game.
The traitor shouts and waves a flag,
Charged up with fighting spirit.
He's an overseas Chinese,
Captain of the cheerleading squad.
The homeland that has out an order
For his arrest, sees him on T. V.,
Feeling a little resigned,
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry.