Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

A Dead Statesman - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

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 about A Dead Statesman by Rudyard Kipling

  • Rookie - 34 Points Joe Mannion (4/16/2015 4:17:00 PM)

    simply, love it! So perfectly captured (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Thomas Farquhar (4/9/2012 12:29:00 PM)

    As true today, as the day it was written. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010

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