A Dead Statesman
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In anticipation of Erik’s much fuller treatment of this news:
I could not dig; I dared not rob:
Therefore I lied to please the mob.
Now all my lies are proved untrue
And I must face the men I slew.
What tale shall serve me here among
Mine angry and defrauded young?Kipling, “A Dead. Statesman,” from Epitaphs of the War