"Jo", Joseph Martinez, 1965
Ver. April 2013/AG/Metre-10/MW/
1-Voices at youth had said: of love beware.
It’s sure to be no more than slavery’s snare!
She took such fright and armed herself to fight,
And thus prepared she walked the path of life.
2-Male-beasts mean to enslave their female prey,
Who lose their will, find love is a charade.
and save yourself! Be always strong!
And never trust love’s trap not meant to last.
3-Her young first love with smiling light blue eyes;
So sweet she feared to love for she'd been warned.
She told him
she must go and be alone,
To travel, to be gone, she knew not why.
so long missed him yet could not return,
For he was lost as she, slave of her spell,
Her path was planned for worlds in distant lands,
Never to trust emotions that could harm.
5-One day an angel tried to guide her path,
He said, come live with me and be happy;
Oh no! I must forgo, cannot do so,
for she was in love with him.
6-As days passed on he fought without success
fears had turned to hate, made her a beast,
One human lost to demons - fallen grace,
Her angel shunned his mission in disgrace.
7-In gold and black, her plumage for the fight
With mighty beasts – was all that
she could find,
That’s all she thought that life could be, naught else,
To battle, to be strong was to survive.
8-Years passed in repetition of this theme
Till tired of fighting foes and fiends she
I’ll end my life a spectre with no dream!
Fulfilled, for love is for the weak, not me!
9-Sometimes she feared the beast she had become,
Grown great and full of hate and misery,
Was this now all that she could know or see -
A beast, or slave to fate, no longer free?
10-Her fear had made her lose humanity,
So blindly fighting love with hate was she.
was no other way her choice was made,
Her course set, love forgone her destiny.
11-A voice then said: your lot has been your choice!
Accept your guilt! You chose the road to hell!
Through fear of slavery
you gave up love,
Avoiding fate you thought you could not face.
I want now to exist, no love, no hate,
Beg peace in solitude, unseen, unheard;
Leave feelings just to those who will chance hurt
That path is fraught with risks I will not take.
© ALP Gouthier, 1999