The Ballad of Pablos Juan
Your Majesty I am Pablos Juan
My story is so sad to tell
I was a true conquistador
And only lived to serve Spain well
I soldiered in St. Augustine
Master of both sword and pike
In your name I wielded both
Not afraid to give my life
At the fort were dogs of war
With most of them I got along
But one was like a rabid beast
The devil in his breast was strong
El Diablo snarled at me,
bit my legs and chewed my feathers
He soiled my family’s coat of arms
A tore my boots of Spanish leather
So I hung him with a chain
But the governor made me set him free
Said my deed would drive the hound
Into the arms of enemies
But Lord, I know old Satan’s ways
And tell you he was in this beast
Could a Christian like myself?
With a hound from hell make peace?
So the day he pissed my bed
I grabbed him and cut off his ear
Howling he ran through the streets
And soon the governor appeared
He stuck a knife into my chest
And grabbed me by the little heads
He made me bow before that dog
I tremble as to what came next
I begged he let me plead my case
Have mercy on me Lord I cried
But as I groveled at his feet
He pulled that demon’s tail aside
These lips that praised our Holy Lord
And took the sacrament at mass
Were defiled in front of hordes
And made to kiss a war-dog’s ass
These lips these lips these sacred lips
Defiled in front of my own men
My honor shattered with a kiss
Never to grow strong again
My sorrow tale spread far and wide
Children teased me close to death
We know you kissed your love they’d say
Because we smell it on your breath
My soldiers pike and sword hung low
When I spoke my minions laughed
None followed orders from the lips
That had kissed a war-dogs ass
True revenge did course through me
But as a soldier I stayed true
I bid myself to do my work
Pledging all the fruits to you
My Lord the day I heard the boom
From the guns of Francis Drake
I ran to rally all my men
And pledged to die for honors sake
But I found the governor
Had rushed them to the treasure hold
There he had them break the chests
And made them empty all the gold
To the woods they squired it
And buried it beneath a bed
Of pointed Spanish bayonet
Then they filled the chests with lead
When pirates came I stood alone
And pierced the side of five with pike
Until I saw Drake’s blunderbuss
Aiming forth to take my life
God be praised the gun misfired
And only took my right hand thumb
But the blast had blinded me
And with a pike he struck me dumb
There I caught a fleeting glimpse
Right before I hit the ground
Of the governor in flight
With the women of the town
And right beside the governor
Fleeing forth with leaps and bounds
Yapping like a frightened pup
Was that cursed devil hound
My Lord I hear the governor
Claimed that Drake stole all the gold
I swear upon my honor sir
No greater lie has there been told
The governor has hidden it
And given you an alibi
And though these lips kissed Satan’s ass
Never have they spoke a lie
The truth is yours for you to act
I pray you act both firm and strong
To punish cowards in your keep
Who have done your servants wrong
Your Majesty I am Pablos Juan
My story is so sad to tell
I was a true conquistador
And only lived to serve Spain well
Michael Triandafils c2019
Fred Nicholson
Tue 15th Oct 2019 03:06
Beauti-fully composed.