Poem by Rudyard Kipling

«Epitaphs of the War». 1914-1918. 22. A Dead Statesman

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?

1. Ichabod
2. Reading the Will
3. Quaeritur
4. After the Fever
5. Jane Smith

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