They make a national hero of you For kicking a ball,Scoring a goal.They take to the streets and celebrate til dawn,Salute you, sing your name, Pay you millions,Put your pictures everywhere. But when it comesTo marching against genocide,Hanging posters everywhere,Calling for saving the livesOf thousands of kidsWho dreamed to liveEnough to kick a ball, to score a goal, They make a villain out of you.“It’s still a game,” they say.