Spotted on the journey into work this morning: Poems on the Underground: Kipling, '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?
Still relevant, Rudyard.
Then, on exiting
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