«Epitaphs of the War». 1914-1918. 22. 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? |
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