Modern poem about the money

Money rules the world,
turns you into selfish and agony,
make decision is sooo hard,
you always think, will it make the money?

Am i not gifted on my world?
should i get rich or live my life as happy?
it's only paper with no soul, God,
no filling, no interest, no joy,

Be rich and dependent
There is a need to live and buy
However, when you will say goodbye at the end
Just think about what was the real value of the life and why it's die.