Polis - The city of Scout

A Moment with God

Are 18. The city spews rivers of lava as the volcano machines.
Traffic fills the streets, alleys, avenues, highways, squares, crosses.
The atmosphere heats up. Fever of frenzy took all of them.
All are in a hurry, but without being able to go ahead in the queue. The city is locked.
All are agitated, s'innervosiscono. Called. Play. Choke, locked in the cage of their machines.
The smartest, or the most arrogant, pushing forward, slipping between the machines without any scruples.
Instead some goodish take it calmly, seem to be laughing at the stupidity of men !

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