My eyes zoom around the kitchen Taking in all the sights to see I crawl around to see every angle Making sure everything is how it should be That’s when two adults walk into the room They huddle in the corner and whisper I can tell they are hiding from their kids The father whispers something as if to confer “Have you heard what’s happening?” He said “Out in Afghanistan?” The mother distressed “Yes, it’s bad” Father said, his eyes tearful “I know, it truly is” She digressed “Bodies scattered, children screaming.” “Buildings burning, blood pouring.” “People taking flight on wheels of planes.” “Taliban hearing the pleas, yet ignoring.” The fly had heard enough He took off and flew to the airport He boarded a box on its way to Afghanistan He made it, though it was almost cut short He was off, off to help He was just a fly, he was small But he knew he could do it He had heard it all on the wall