If you are an occupying tree
Then break into many boughs
And set to oppose each other
Just to make people confuse
If one goes terribly wrong
Still others will bear fruits
This is true political design
To make people confuse
If wind blows the other way
And you are the occupying weeds
Then set to contradict each other
Just to be safe from being extinct
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