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Rudyard Kipling

(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

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?

Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010

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