Now all my lies are proved untrue

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Borrowed from Poems on the Underground (which was such a great idea until I stopped travelling on it more than a year ago):

A Dead Statesman

I could not dig: I dared not to 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 server me here among
Mine angry and defrauded young?

Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936)