he's
.
sleeping
the sleep
of the,
.
dEad
.
him
.
and the
45 000 000
lies in his,
.
hEad
.
his
.
hungers
get fed by
how many he's,
.
bLed
.
and,
.
how many
tears where
yet to be,
.
sHed.
.
he
.
say these
plays be one's
keeps him,
.
a.head
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem