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)