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I AM LOOKING FOR LOVE
AND FREEDOM ONLY
Six long years, my life is a nightmare because of which I can not sleep peacefuly, I can not laugh with a heart, I can not live freely. One terrible word with only three letters, destroyed everything to me. It destroyed my home, my childhood and youth, but still, it has not destroy my belief in freedom and that tomorrow will be better.

Heart does not want to except sad truth, but reality is here to remind us. It is hard to come in new and unknown environment, to get use to new faces, it is hard to live chained with chains of past, it is hard....

In this cruel time, time of not war, not peace, I am looking for love and freedom only. Hey People, can´t you see that I am not looking for much, only those two words which means everything to me?

I am looking for love which will help me to wake up with a joy, and not with fear of next day. I want freedom, bur real one, not false one. Although now there is no terrifing sounds of flying death, but tension can be sensed in the air, because still, this is not freedom. Therefor be human with a heart and soul and let our youth to pass without tears and cry, because nobody will ever know, that we could cry with a smile. Macak Natasa third class
 
PEACE


I would mostly wish
And my sister,
And my mum,
And my dad,
That never again,
Never war happen´s.

Let peace rule
On world
And war never
Happens again.

This war
Brought us lot of misery
Separated us from
Our homes.

Let peace rule
Everywhere around us
That will be

Happiness and salvation
For us.

 Jasminka Anicic 5 class
JUSTICE IS TO LIVE IN OWN HOUSE
Justice is to live in own house, and in front of native house to wait for the sun to raise up, and to know that nobody can take away that right from you. Justice is to sing songs about sky and flowers, about river of dreams and forest of smile, songs about happy childhood and first love.

Songs on own language. Justice is to let bird to fly to south, and knowing that she will come back with first breath of spring, to allow strainger to feel the smell of moming dew of your meadows, but not to allow him to step on your flowers. But justice is also to let tears, to flow and to admit that it hurts, when they do not let you follow
 
your father´s footsteps so your children could not follow you. When they do not let you stay here, to stay a man...

Remember how we use to pick dandelions and make wreaths of them. Let us make a chain, weaved of human embraces. Let us interweave all our wishes and hopes in it and never let anyone to pull down our dreams and to sell us a false wings, with whom we could fly to the world. No wings can dragg away our hearts, from our native home.

Our roots ars deep. Let´s find common lost blueness of the sky, song of peace and pearls, which are born after the rain. Let us find justice, take her out from
 
the whirlpool of time and save it for the remain generations.

Do not rable in restless waters or in deserts without oasis. Let us not tread down into troubled waters, or to pass lines of truth because we will not find justice here. Do not seek for the stars there, where the moon has not sowed his shine, and shells, where rustle of the sea waves are not echoing.

Do not look for justice in some other world thousands kilometres far away, from little white fence and birch in front of a native house. Nobody can cur her down because that is our justice. Justice is our native land.
Maja Misic 3 class