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