Escape from ALIGATOR ALCATRAZ

There was no trial. No lawyer. No call home. Just a van with no markings, a knock in the middle of the night, and the sudden silence that followed. They called it a detention center. A holding facility. A necessary measure in the name of national security. The President called it beautiful and christened it Alligator Alcatraz. Set deep in the swamplands where no cameras flew and no journalists ventured, it was a place designed not for justice, but for erasure.
A black site in broad daylight. Razor wire kissed by mosquitoes. Floodlights that never dimmed. cruelty that never ended. This was America. And this - was what America had become. Under the regime of a narcissist wrapped in the flag, with one hand on the Bible and the other in a fist, cruelty wasn't just policy - it was performance. With each rally cheer, with each televised rant, the dictator reminded us that the Constitution was not sacred - it was optional.
Humanity, expendable. Law, a nuisance. He had followers, not citizens. He had fans, not checks and balances. And he had ICE. They didn't knock on doors anymore. They kicked them in. Sometimes with guns drawn. Sometimes with children watching. Most of the people they took had no records. No warrants. No crimes. Just the wrong name. The wrong skin. The wrong zip code. Some were American citizens. Veterans.
Workers. Mothers who'd lived here for thirty years and paid their taxes like everyone else. Some were Dreamers, born here, raised here, who had only ever called this land home. All swept into the same net. Gone. There were no charges. No hearings. You didn't get a public defender. You got a number, a cage, a concrete slab to sleep on. Families were split up within hours - parents shipped one way, children another.
Some never reunited. Some were too young to remember names. In Alligator Alcatraz, names didn't matter anyway. You were a body. You were an entry on a spreadsheet. You were inventory. People spoke in hushed tones of what happened insideAnd the country looked away. News stations debated the legality. Politicians sent thoughts and prayers. But nothing changed. The ones who spoke up were labeled unpatriotic.
Traitors. Enemies of the people. I used to think this kind of thing happened in other countries. I used to believe America would never allow this much cruelity.. But shame has a strange way of creeping up on you - not all at once, but in quiet realization. The shame that comes from silence. From complicity. From knowing that we let this happen. We watched our neighbors disappear. We watched our values drown in swampland.
We watched democracy die with a grin. Alligator Alcatraz didn't need walls to trap us. It only needed indifference. And now, it's time the truth was told.