In memory of the murdered Iryna Zarutska

You came from far away, from Ukraine
to escape the war, to the land of your dreams.
You were just trying to get home from work
when death struck.
You couldn't find peace
even in the land of your dreams,
when someone thought you
could read their thoughts.
When the knife took you
in anger and madness,
you returned to the images of death
in horror, to the end of your short life.
Your dreams were left in a pool of blood
while others watched
when you died,
alone in the land of your dreams.