Yellow truths from silver tongues
hide black motives from hearts of gold.
Yet, the liars’ hot air conjures the early Spring,
warming the limbs of the impatient patriots.
Beware the Ides of March, warns Caesar,
and the restless Sons of the Sun sally forth
Waiting for marching orders. An eagle soars
above the fields, feasting on the naive field-mice.
Nevertheless, Wall Street reports success.
Money in arms, money in furs.