A Dead Statesman
by Rudyard Kipling
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?
Evidence of Things Not Seen
Composer(s): Ned RoremBuy via Boosey & Hawkes