Gator Bait
(A Protest Song for Every Latino Heart)
[Verse 1]
Down in the swamps where the wild gators wait,
There’s a camp they built, where they call you Gator Bait.
Trailers and tents in the hot Florida sun,
They say it’s for criminals, but look what they’ve done.
Thirty-five pages of plans laid out deep,
Protocols for minors—who will watch them weep?
Snacks and water for the pregnant and small,
But behind every promise, there’s a shadow on the wall.
[Chorus]
They are simply gator bait, and they have a plan,
Children and mothers in the quick sinking sand
Gator Bait, ICE with a Bite
Where justice and mercy are lost in the night.
[Verse 2]
Senator Smith calls it un-American shame,
But the powerful play their cruel political game.
Trump says it’s for “the most vicious, the worst,”
But innocent lives are Gator Bratwurst
Laura Loomer sneers with a hateful tweet,
“Alligator lives matter,” she says with deceit.
“Sixty-five million meals if we get started now,”
Not just deportation—she’s making a vow.
[Bridge]
Latinos, hermanos, from every land,
Hear this message and take a stand.
They’re not just talking borders or sending you away,
They’re talking about erasing you day by day.
[Chorus]
They are simply gator bait, and they have a plan,
Gator can run fast through the muddy swampy sand.
Gator Bait, a name with a bite,
Where justice and mercy are lost in the night.
[Verse 3]
Sixty-five million Latinos strong and proud,
Nineteen percent of the nation, speaking loud.
But Loomer’s words echo, cold and unkind,
A genocidal vision haunting the mind.
Newsrooms confirm it, the backlash is real,
But the pain in our hearts is the wound we all feel.
They separate the minors, pretend to care,
But the swamp’s full of dangers, and so does despair.
[Bridge 2]
Now they’re selling the story, with ICE on a shirt,
“Ice With a Bite” hats and mugs that hurt.
Profiting off pain, turning fear into brand,
A cruel celebration of a broken land.
[Hurricane Verse]
They know hurricane season is here,
Out in the swamp, that’s something to fear.
When the tents are blown away and the trailers scattered throughout,
The wildlife will feast, there is no doubt.
[Chorus]
They are simply gator bait, and they have a plan,
You might run, but you will get stuck in the sand
Gator Bait, a name with a bite,
Where justice and mercy are lost in the night.
[Outro]
Raise your voice, stand tall, don’t hesitate,
No child, no mother should be gator bait.
Gator Bait, remember the name,
We’ll fight for our future, and justice will claim.
DrummerDave26
