Man 2: There never was a place more filled with fear than here. I see violence, I see hate. I hear where anger rises from and I feel it too. I shake and I tremble at the thoughts founded on means of survival. I see it in a child's eye. Dilated, as though lost in a dark room. Are youth's not conditioned to fear? We are raised on beliefs that there is a lush green tropic out here. Look around you! White may be pure but is it not as empty as black? Our eyes are told to find a sanctity in such vibrancy, but do you not feel as though you are forever falling? All that we eventually arrive to is a broken box of rotten fruit and smokestacks lit to blinding ash.
Man 1: But the flies, how they dance. (Slips away)
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