"All political power comes from the barrel of a gun. The communist party must command all the guns, that way, no guns can ever be used to command the party."
"Saying Good-bye to the God of Disease (2) Thousands of willow branches in a spring wind. Six hundred million of China, land of the gods, and exemplary like the emperors Shun and Yao. A scarlet rain of peach blossoms turned into waves and emerald mountains into bridges. Summits touch the sky. We dig with silver shovels and iron arms shake the earth and the Three Rivers. God of plagues, where are you going? We burn paper boats and bright candles to light his way to heaven."
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Source: Zedong Mao (2008). “The Poems of Mao Zedong”, p.91, Univ of California Press
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