This is not about all the blood,
But rather the treasure,
Since that peace lover Kennedy died,
What could be the measure?
Vietnam was the beginning,
The number back then was a hundred billion,
Now the Military Industrial Complex
Spends an annual half a trillion.
No wonder they shot that peace lover,
It's hard to imagine peace,
War after war after war after war,
With no sign of release.
How much have we spent so far?
Since the day Kennedy died,
They're going to keep a lid on it all,
Because back then they lied.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem