In the quest to find a grotesque substance called money
Things that were once free become expensive commodities
This quest simply doesn’t make its stop just there
Disrupting the inner cores with malice as a step further.
Another evil is waiting further down the quest
Trying its best to make more and more people corrupt
Going further and it becomes more and more apparent
The quest actually is a nefarious maze that will never end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem