Train of Death
Come to the train of death
Where poor Iryna cried
Her warm blood drenched the railcar floor
Before she fell and died.
Come to the train of death
Where Iryna sat alone
Resting from a hard day’s work
Fiddling with her phone
Come to the train of death
Where Iryna thought she was safe
She sought refuge from her war-torn country
To escape the bombs and the grave
Come to the train of death
That tragic summer night
When a savage mophead came aboard
Wreaking misery and fright
Come to the train of death
Where he brandishes a knife
In hatred, he slashed Iryna’s neck
To take away her life
Come to the train of death
His intentions plain as day
He attacked an innocent refugee
Then calmly walked away
The car was full that fateful night
But the passengers only stared
They wouldn’t help; they walked away
Nary of them cared
Until some heroes approached
Attempted to reverse fate
But Iryna was too bereft of lifeblood
And help had come too late
Iryna, you died in loneliness
No doubt you felt betrayed
When those cowardly witnesses had no heart
Withholding succor and aid
The justice system failed you
With its slick, self-righteous balk
Ignored his crimes, chased phantoms of oppression
And let that animal walk.
But please don’t hate my people
To your family I implore
Most of us are not like him;
Hate and indifference we deplore
I would have helped you, Iryna
Through every ragged breath
I’d drain myself to save your life
On that sorrowful train of death.
In memory of Iryna Zarutska
Copyright © Lord Bard | Year Posted 2025
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