A Dead Statesman
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
These angry and defrauded young?
Resume
Dorothy Parker
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
Blunt Object 
I defy anyone to red “Epitaphs of the War” with a dry eye.
And it’s MINE angry and defrauded, not THESE.
An important distinction, especially for the author with his dead son.