Kipling wrote heartrending epitaphs for the Great War;
"Prometheus brought down fire to men, This brought up water. The Gods are jealous—now, as then, Giving no quarter."
"If any question why we died, Tell them, because our fathers lied."
"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?"
"hindu sepoy in france
This man in his own country prayed we know not to what Powers. We pray Them to reward him for his bravery in ours.'
and, perhaps for his own Son,
"a son
My son was killed while laughing at some jest. I would I knew What it was, and it might serve me in a time when jests are few."
Kipling wrote heartrending epitaphs for the Great War;
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This brought up water.
The Gods are jealous—now, as then,
Giving no quarter."
"If any question why we died,
Tell them, because our fathers lied."
"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?"
"hindu sepoy in france
This man in his own country prayed we know not to what Powers.
We pray Them to reward him for his bravery in ours.'
and, perhaps for his own Son,
"a son
My son was killed while laughing at some jest. I would I knew
What it was, and it might serve me in a time when jests are few."