NEW GEN EARTH
When I become President of Earth
All the dead will be facing a rebirth
I will build a building that’ll touch the sun
Where we can have never-ending fun
I will make sure there is enough air in space
So that we don’t need to use Earth as our base
I will make sure the sun will freeze
So that in summer, Deserts will have a breeze
I will change laws of mathematics
Or maybe, use the class for aerobatics
One plus one will become three
So that two will be dipped in ghee
Who knows, Euclid may return from heaven
And maybe, wants one plus one to be eleven
At my refusal, he may try to kill me
When I’ll inform him, that jail food is even worse than
dirty tea
I’ll cancel homework and exams
So that new generation can eat jams