The Ides of March

"Beware," said the soothsayer, but stone-faced Caesar called him a dreamer. "Let us leave him; pass."

Warnings sound all around; we pay no heed, we pass. Alarm bells ring, sirens wail; we pay no heed, we pass. The strident cry of the Fox is loudest, more's the pity, and many follow, but still I pay no heed, I pass.