Money, Money – I want your death ,
Or you leave this earth,
Go to some other planet,
For you, people are fighting,
For you, my Parents are scolding.
For you, we all have to worry,
We all are in a hurry
From the age of 3 years.
For you, there is race of earnings;
Life needs a new chapter.
You leave this earth, after
That a great comfort we will get ,
Or you move on Mars planet .
There, let people fight with each other.
Myself and my parents and some friends will be here.
No race, no earning as everything will be ours.
People can’t take their home and land of vegetables,
We will spend our lives with these.
Life will be full of butter and Cheese.
Thank you for reading. Let us make a beautiful world together. God bless.