I SAY that Roger Casement <br />Did what he had to do. <br />He died upon the gallows, <br />But that is nothing new. <br /> <br />Afraid they might be beaten <br />Before the bench of Time, <br />They turned a trick by forgery <br />And blackened his good name. <br /> <br />A perjurer stood ready <br />To prove their forgery true; <br />They gave it out to all the world, <br />And that is something new; <br /> <br />For Spring Rice had to whisper it, <br />Being their Ambassador, <br />And then the speakers got it <br />And writers by the score. <br /> <br />Come Tom and Dick, come all the troop <br />That cried it far and wide, <br />Come from the forger and his desk, <br />Desert the perjurer's side; <br /> <br />Come speak your bit in public <br />That some amends be made <br />To this most gallant gentleman <br />That is in quicklime laid.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roger-casement/
