Middle Ages

The Middle Ages, cannons, moats and castles,
impregnable, thick walls of brick and stone.
So too my middle age. I have no vassals,
but certainty's my kingdom and my throne.

Put up my barricades against the rabble,
though sadly have no boiling oil to spill.
My obstinance protects me in my bubble,
barbarians have at me, get your fill.

No Coup de Ville for me, no midlife angst.
Let others fear their doom and climate fever.
I wasn't for before I was against,
as positive as any true believer.

They knew Rome fell, back in the Middle Ages.
From ballads sung by troubadours and sages.