Ideology

what the old soothsayer said
julius ignored the fix was in
a long march that blossomed red
a storm of daggers thrust within

now here we are in winter
beware the ides of december
the gun assails the sprinter
two years past can you remember

we live and die by fractions
each half month brings its quota by
salary saving actions
salutary salvations sigh

the ballad too unsubtle here
a broken sonnet shall appear