In the hellish dark night sky, The thick clouds may cover the moon But unknowingly or carelessly misses out, Or knowingly and forgivingly leaves Shreds of spaces For the moon’s glow to pass. In the heavenly bright space, the little loopholes, of the systems, light can pass; refugees can escape; both sides can see; pockets of bribes will be revealed Tiny snippets of words, Little loopholes, Penetrate, Snowball into avalanches Too powerful Eventually Even evil is too weak, too slow, Too late. Aw Ke Shen, 10 Sept 2022