Fly on a Wall

From behind the closet door
Silently she watched
As it all went down
Quietly she cried for those men
As she listened to them yell
Over and over again
At her parents

She sat there like a fly on a wall
Silently she watched
As one of those men
Pulled a gun out
And placed it on her fathers head

Then as silently as before
She crept out to the men
Though she stood
Right beside the man
It was as though she was still a fly

Then as gentle as the touch
Of a butterfly’s wing
She reached up
And eased that gun
Out of the mans hand

You don’t need this
She whispered softly
Those men starred at her
One replied
You’re right, I’m sorry

The men walked passed
Heading towards the door
The man that had the gun
Turned around and said
Thank you