Modern poetry?Money

Money,

distorts people's hearts,

and even makes the devil push the millstone.

Money,

captivates people's eyes,

reveals their ugly souls instantly.

Money,

sets the world on fire with passion,

watching the fight for you and blood splattering everywhere.

Money,

is neither evil nor good,

but it always reveals

bottomless greed.

Money, money,

your illusory stubbornness,

has become the benchmark for measuring life.

Money, money,

Your frequent epilepsy in the world,

makes people faint, tremble, and suffer terribly.

Money, money,

you have become the pinnacle of happiness,

actually making people desperate

to climb you.

All I can say is money,

you, the root of all evil,

go against the heart of your creator.

I have no money,

so I resort to writing.

Money,

used to do good deeds,

suddenly feel that the world is infinite!