Last Week Tonight with John Oliver: Wealth Gap
There is a guard at the gate
Where the elephant and rhinoceros dream
He wears a khaki uniform
The guard is not alone
But even with his little hungry army
The guard cannot be everywhere
The hunters are many
And they have already eaten and slept
He must sleep and dream of eyes in the back of his head
There are holes in the fence
Here and there and there
The elephants and rhinoceros get fat from leaves and grass and nuts
But there are grumbling tummies
And worried mothers
And men from far away waving
For those toenail rhino horns
And the ivory tusks
Feed your babies and your neighbors babies
Here are guns and saws
You know where the elephants and rhinoceros dream
Those dreams once covered the continent of Africa
The guard at the gate thinks “everyday
I could feed my babies
And my little brave army
With just one tusk or horn
But who will take my place at the gate?
They will all be dead in no time
And he knows
Forever is coming too fast anyway.
Then the guard,
Who will have to find a new job
Can leave the gate and his dreams
Of eyes in the back of his head.
THE BIG SCREEN SERIES. The Song that Jane Likes.
Art made from a pile of junk.