A Dead Statesman Poem by Rudyard Kipling

A Dead Statesman

Rating: 2.7


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?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nel Omofolarin 20 October 2022

Amazing short note! The picture is perfect!

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Barbara West-Kelsey. 14 November 2021

Succint. And politicians don't change, do they!

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Oduro Bright Amoh 10 November 2015

Few words to say profound things. I love it

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Joe Mannion 16 April 2015

simply, love it! So perfectly captured

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Thomas Farquhar 09 April 2012

As true today, as the day it was written.

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