The first Sound of War (free verse)

I can hear the first sound of war.
I can sense fear in the air.
It dawned on me that this could be my last day in Afghanistan.

Then I can hear it, I can see it,
The U.S. Military have arrived.
I see bullets whiz through the air,
Just like my Dad’s darts on Friday night.
Military men march through the streets,
Like an army of ants.

I hear eerie quietness settle over the town,
I look across at our Afghani flag flying high and proud.
I see children playing in the street, not aware of the danger.
Shopkeepers anxiously stay open.

I think to my self
Why is this happening?
What did we do to deserve this?
What is going to happen?
Where will we go?

By Erica