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The hand that signed the paper felled a city; 
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath, 
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country; 
These five kings did a king to death. 
 
The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder, 
The finger joints are cramped with chalk; 
A goose’s quill has put an end to murder 
That put an end to talk. 
 
The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever, 
And famine grew, and locusts came; 
Great is the hand that holds dominion over 
Man by a scribbled name. 
 
The five kings count the dead but do not soften 
The crusted wound nor pat the brow; 
A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven; 
Hands have no tears to flow.