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A Dead Statesman (1924)

I could not dig, I dared not rob,
And so I lied to please the mob.
Now all my lies are proved untrue,
And I must face the men I slew.
What tale will serve me here among
Mine angry and defrauded young?

From Epitaphs of the War, 1914-1918

– Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

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