Chapter 4 laugh at , voltaire , rousseau

Laugh at Laugh at Voltaire Rousseau Laugh, laugh, it's a waste of time You blow the sand up against the wind the wind knocked them back Every stone turns into jade Shining brightly with divine light Hit back and blind the mocking eyes Still shining on the way of Israel Democritus' Atom Newton's particles of light It's all the sand on the shore of the Red Sea where the tents of israel were splendid Mock on, Mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau: Mock on, Mock on; tis all in vain You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again And every sand becomes a Gem

Reflected in the beams divine Blown back they blind the mocking Eye, But Still in Israels paths they shine, The Asoms of Democrats, And Nentons Particles of lught And sands upon the Red seashore, Where Israels tents do shine do shine so bright.