The poem is a tribute to Iryna Zarutska, a Ukrainian refugee and artist who fled Kyiv in 2022 with her family, seeking safety in the United States. It celebrates her vibrant life, talents in art restoration, and aspirations to become a veterinarian, while highlighting her kindness and adaptability in Charlotte, North Carolina. Tragically, Iryna was fatally stabbed in an unprovoked attack on August 22, 2025, aboard a Charlotte Blue Line train by a homeless man with a violent history. The poem mourns her loss, critiques systemic failures in safety and mental health, and honors her enduring spirit, vowing to keep her memory alive in the fight for justice and change.

From Kyiv’s shadowed streets, where war’s cruel thunder roared,
You fled the flames of home, seeking shores unexplored.
With mother, sister, brother, in 2022’s grim flight,
To America’s embrace, you turned toward the light.

A gifted artist born, with brush and heart so true,
Restorer of the faded, maker of dreams anew.
At Synergy College, your talents brightly shone,
Then to Rowan-Cabarrus, where new paths were sown.

Fluent in a foreign tongue, you danced with words so free,
At Zepeddie’s Pizzeria, serving smiles with glee.
A lover of all creatures, walking neighbors’ pets with grace,
Dreaming of vet’s white coat, in this vast, new space.

Yet on that fateful evening, August twenty-second’s eve,
Aboard the Blue Line’s carriage, fate would not believe.
In Charlotte’s humming rails, under South End’s neon glow,
You boarded unaware, where shadows steal the show.

Khaki pants and dark shirt, hat from work tucked neat,
Phone in hand, you settled in an empty seat.
Behind you sat the darkness, a man with fractured mind,
Homeless wanderer, unchecked, of a violent kind.

Four minutes passed in silence, then the blade flashed cold and swift,
Three strikes to tender throat—your life, a thief would lift.
Unprovoked, unyielding, in a random surge of night,
You collapsed amid the stunned, into eternal flight.

Oh, Iryna, radiant soul, whose smile lit every room,
From Ukraine’s resilient fields to this untimely tomb.
Your family mourns across the waves—father left behind,
By war’s unyielding chains, unable to unwind.

The world now rages at the system’s hollow core,
A suspect with a history, free to strike once more.
Calls for justice echo, from halls of power high,
Debates on safety, mental health, beneath the grieving sky.

But in your honor, we remember not the blade’s cruel art,
But the passion in your canvas, the warmth within your heart.
Rest now, brave refugee, in peace you’ve truly earned,
Your light endures, a beacon, in the lessons we’ve all learned.

May your spirit wander free, through fields of endless green,
Where animals await your care, and art flows like a stream.
Iryna Zarutska, forever young, forever bright—
In tribute, we vow: your story fuels the fight.

In a bustling school where young hearts race,

You hold the helm if a sacred space.

A tiny room, with Band-aides and care.

A haven for kids when the world’s unfair.

Skinned knees, fevers, or tears that spill,

You meet each child with a healer’s skill.

A gentle word, a cool cloth’s grace,

You mend their hearts, you soothe their face.

From playground tumbles to anxious days,

You know the signs, you read their ways

With high fives for bravery, a steady hand,

You teach them trust in a world unplanned.

No spotlight shines on your quiet heart.

Yet you build hope in each young heart!

School Nurse, you’re the calm in their storm’s embrace,

Growing bright futures with live and grace!