MY FOUR LITTLE GODS

( Words placed in haste upon paper after watching a very emotionally

stirring  film on tv late at night. 

The film told the story of a family’s tragic sufferings at the hands of the

red guards during the “cultural revolution” in China.

The most uplifting part of the film involves the little children of the

family trying to transport by hand-cart their badly injured mother along

rural dirt roads and paths to medical aid.)

Transfixed the spirit; hot the tears;

Anguished voices the soul hears.

And here I sit and gaze,

lost in emotional fearful maze.

The movie flickers on the screen;

Art not, but real it is seen.

It was the years of confusion;

Great a country’s the illusion;

It was the cultural, big revolution

where China sought the solution

to right what was then the wrong

that communism had brought along….

She lays motionless and still

as she is carted up the hill;

the thoughtless had her husband killed;

in fear is her soul filled.

Of tragedy she is a part

as death accompanies the cart.

A boy, small, of tender age,

afraid not, but full of rage

the cart is pulling with ropes;

“save mum’s life” all he hopes;

Three little girls push from behind;

Strength in the little bodies find

to help the brother move the cart –

have they all but one heart.

As they labour up steep hills

the love of theirs in me spills.

In recesses of heart and mind

anger, love, pride I find;

emotions of a special kind

that them to me for ever bind.

In loving tones to them talk

as next to them in spirit walk.

Embraced in me love and pride,

next to four Gods as I stride!!!!

Composed by Peter Savvides (sometime in the 1990’s).

The downloadable version of the poem is below. This poem must not be sold in any form, and copyright remains with the author, Peter Savvides.