In nineteen nineteen, a world worn and frayed,
A table of nations, where hopes were laid,
A pen held tight, where the fate of many swayed,
The Treaty of Versailles, in shadows portrayed.

In Paris halls whispers blend,
A fractured world sought bitter mend,
The victors gathered, hopes held high,
While shadows of the lost would sigh.

Germany had to sign the deal,
A heavy heart accused to steal,
With penalties and reparations’ weight,
Turned into a nation burrowed into their fate.

It was they who bore the blame,
With no one left to stake the claim.
A grievous error, a costly mistake,
In silence, they sought to rectify for their own sake.

They were to repair what was flawed,
With a staggering total of 6.6 billion, a burden awed.
With each shaky signature, poverty entwined,
Leading to a deep depression they struggled to unwind.

Their army limited to just 100,000 men,
A sense of weakness awoke within this nation’s pen.
With a mere six battleships, their might was reduced,
Germany fell deeper into a pit of abuse.

Territory lost through this formal agreement,
Six million Germans faced a harsh deportment.
With no more dominance to reveal,
This country got a taste of their own meal.