Atty. Roque, so bold, so grand,

Yet when trouble knocked, he fled the land!

Through airports he dashed, oh what a sight,

Like a telenovela’s cowardly knight.

To Singapore first, “I need some space!”

Denied at customs—what a disgrace!

Dubai was next, “Please take me in!”

But they just laughed, “You won’t fit in.”

Shanghai said, “No, not today,”

Macao waved, “Go far away!”

But still he hoped, with bags in tow,

That Japan would let him go.

At Narita’s gates, his dreams took flight,

“Final stop: U.S., out of sight!”

But fate was cruel, his hopes went bust—

“No boarding for you, we don’t trust!”

Now with no other place to hide,

Justice knocks—his turn to slide!

Oh, Atty. Roque, brave no more,

A runaway lawyer—what a lore!