Living
A Dead Statesman
From The Years Between
Living
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 save me here among
Mine angry and defrauded young?
Cite this poem
MLA
Kipling, Rudyard. “A Dead Statesman.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/kipling/148/.
Chicago
Kipling, Rudyard. “A Dead Statesman.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/kipling/148/.
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