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		Kzoo Essay:

	When I was five years old the Yugoslav Wars began in the Balkan Nations. I remember coming home from school hearing about the War in Bosnia on the news and how so many people were dying each day. Some died in war, others died by stepping on a land mine when walking down the street. I remember the reporters saying that children could not go to school; they couldn't even go out to play because of the conflict that was consuming the region. I remember the feeling that gave me, for I was just a child myself. And I couldn't imagine not being able to go outside because someone might shoot me or I might step on a land mine. This feeling lingered on inside of me for years and I would think of it from time to time not knowing what to do with it, still with not answer of why all of that had to happen. Then I reached my senior in High School and I had to write a research paper. I chose to write on the Bosnian genocide because finally I would give myself the chance to answer a question that had been plaguing my mind for over 10 years: Why did something like that have to happen? I began researching for the sole reason of writing my paper. But as I began to research I saw that the Bosnian genocide was more then just a historical event. I looked as photo after photo of the victims, watched documentaries, read journal articles, and eye-witness accounts of the horrors that occurred in Bosnia. At this point it came alive to me and struck a cord. It became exceedingly hard for me to research on Bosnia and even harder to write the paper because it all became so real to me. A part of me went into the paper and I desperately sought an answer to my question. But when I stumbled upon the answer, like stumbling upon a pile of dead bodies in the dead of the night, I couldn't bare to believe it was true. For the reason it happened and the reason why it didn't stop sooner is because no one intervened. They were too preoccupied and couldn't endure such an inconvenience. And so, many hundreds of thousands of people died, one after another. All of them nameless and faceless to us now. Forgotten to a world that wouldn't help them when they were still alive. This research paper gave me a new perspective on life. I knew beforehand how horrible genocides were, but this research paper made it real to me. And I realized that even now there are people dying for no reason and still no on is helping them. And with my new perspective I refuse to turn my head away any longer and ignore those dying around us. I now have the courage, the determination, and the inclination to get up and do something about it. For if no one says anything or does anything then hundreds of thousands of more people will die without a name and without a face. Forgotten. But I have not forgotten them and that keeps me pushing on.

Tear in a bottle (Psalm 56:8) A fire is kindled. And it will not cease. It spreads through the country and into the cities. But no one seems to notice their houses in flames, the dead people in the streets. Children are in school. Learning what they need to live.The bullies pick on those overlooked kids. Still the fire spreads. Teenagers fight over boyfriends and girlfriends. Wandering through life wishing they were not alive. Girls are screaming with tears down their face. For they know what they've done what they cannot erase. Boys are yelling and fighting each other. Blood paints the floor as usual. Without the intervention that is needed. Only a "stop" that lasts as long as the word is in the air. The wind blows and the fire is pushed onward with even greater force. While parents are at work. Providing for the kids they want only the best for. Not knowing that what they have is not enough. And for those single adults they weave in and out. They speak words of the heart and are not heard. For their voices are drowned out by the screaming, and the yelling. Then there is one who's eyes water up. Tears roll down without end. He hears the cries, the outbreaks and the silent whispers. He knows the death toll and the spread of the wild fire. He prays for the children without any guidance. And the parents who cannot provide it. And for the teenagers left without a hope in the world. Leading to one more silent death on the charts. "Don't you see?!?" He exclaims, "Put away the hate, the sorrow, the despair, and turn to Me. For I love you, with all of My heart and My soul. I cry for you day by day and night by night. And still you scream and torment yourselves. You smear blood on the mirror. And that is all that you see now. Your children are dying before your eyes and all you can think of is yourselves. You don't even see death at your door as it takes another life from among you. You think you have control, but as the days go by you lose more of the grip you once had. And once you've lost your grip completely there's no going back. So stop the reckless destruction and give Me a chance. For what do you have to lose? The fire has already consumed most of your belongings. I love you and I will take care of you. There will be pain, but you'll be able to bear it because I am fighting on your side. I give life to those who had none before. I will give you life, if you first receive Me. With Me the fire will not touch you. For I love you and I will not let my children be burned. They will feel the heat as it schorches their neighbors, but they will remain unharmed. Speak not, but listen. He that has ears, let him hear. For I AM the way, the truth and the light.Whoever receives Me will not perish, but have eternal life." The fire rages on. And still God remains forevermore.

			In Your Eyes When I look into your eyes. It's as if nothing else exists. You look at me and smile Don't know exactly what it is. When I'm walking all alone And I hear you call my name. I turn around to see Hoping to see your face. I don't know why I feel this way But I don't want it to go away. Cause everytime I look at you. Your blue eyes smile at me. There's something in your eyes That I can't get enough of. Looking in your eyes Want to keep looking in youe eyes.

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