Poetry 116: A Dead Statesman by Rudyard Kipling June 26, 2016Poetry, The ArtsA Dead Statesman, Rudyard KiplingBarry Daniel 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? Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons