<s>[INST] Write an essay that uses the shakespearean language that is about the Rwandan genocide of 1994 [/INST] Here is an essay in iambic pentameter about the Rwandan genocide of 1994 using Shakespearean language.

O' wretched murder! Hear the spirits come!
One score and nine years before now it was
The Tutsi cry to the heavens, "save us!"
"Ours and our kin are slain by the Hutu!" 
The ghosts proclaim eight hundred thousand dead
Two million more the country they have fled
Satan's power trough lies, deceit and hate
Drove many men to kill and ethnic cleanse</s>\ <s>[INST] That is not an essay that is a poem. [/INST] Sorry about the inadequate response, How about this?

Alas, what manner of tragedy hath befallen the land of Rwanda in the year of our Lord, 1994? Verily, the deeds committed by man unto man were so heinous and cruel, that even the heavens wept with sorrow.

In that fateful year, brothers were set against each other, as the children of Ham, Tutsi, and Hutu, clashed in a conflict so fierce, it took the lives of nigh on a million souls. The roots of this massacre lay in long-standing tensions between the two tribes, and when the president of the land, a Hutu, was slain in his plane, the stage was set for the most heinous of deeds to be done.

The Tutsis, a minority tribe, were set upon with a ferocity that was beyond all reason, and within a hundred days, the streets ran red with their blood. Women and children were not spared, and the air was filled with the sounds of their anguished cries. The world looked on in horror, but did little to intervene, for fear of losing their own soldiers, and thus the slaughter continued, day after day, until the Tutsis were no more.

Oh, the cruelty of man! How can we, who claim to be the crown of creation, stoop so low as to take the lives of our own kind? What manner of madness drives us to acts of such depravity, that we are willing to spill the blood of our own brothers and sisters?

And yet, amidst the darkness, there were those who remained steadfast in their humanity. Those who risked their lives to save their fellow men, and who, in their compassion, proved that we are not beyond redemption.

In this time of sorrow, we must remember the lessons of the Rwandan genocide, and strive to build a world where such horrors are never again repeated. For it is only through the light of our better nature that we can hope to find a way out of the shadows, and create a future that is brighter for all.</s>