Stealth Warfare They Call It

Stealth warfare they call it The way they are killing me O not by starvation That won't do again when so many now A shrinking roll of profit must skim for more My hunger, my greed Is how they assigned my death to me In polluted water And strange chemicals in my food You know they do not like views The way I question changes That make us sicker each day I use to go to the back of buildings Reach over garbage bins Because of little signs And this apartheid boundary to my skin But now the doors fly open Yawning for me to come in Through the killing radiation Accumulated to my skin I thought the cell phone was to track me The offer came in the mail But it adds to the radiation So my dying will not fail Yes, I am on the battlefield surrounded This culture is a killing machine If I was not aborted Few children get beyond their teens Particularly those like me With this anxiety If they will not give me reparations I should understand I am already marked for extinction.