I found a place to call my home Within the woods for all to roam, A mountain world of great delight Away from cities’ overseen sights. A place where children would be cherished, A place where friendships would never perish, A place where families would have meaning, A place where everyone would be pleasing. But in this land where I do live It revealed its past and deadly sins; A past so dark where black is white, A place where death dwells in heavenly light, A place I lived and hardly known, A place I hate to call my home. Within this town of lies and sin, Nightmares thrive and live within. Children mourn from dawn to dusk; Township protects those of unimaginable disgust! I sit and cry with tears of pain As murderous rage pours through my veins. A rage so strong as blinding light, Ready to strike like a falcon in flight While feasting in the utmost delight. These nightmares I see are as thick as night. I must escape before it takes my life. This place I loathe to call my home Is a place where none can live and roam. A place to leave before you die, A place of complete and unjust lies. This city’s name I cannot share As it brings forth things one cannot bare. If I hint its name you must swear this creed That you’ll never seek what I have seen. This hint I speak has a G, Which ends with the letters A N D, Twenty minutes west of Yosemite. So if you search upon a map Stay away from this town of moral collapse, A town of misery where everyone moans, A place I will leave that I called my home.
There are time we choose to live in a region without proper investigation. We see the beauty the area offers. We believe good flourishes in those types of environments. But underneath its perfection and history lies a wicked beast. One which none can tame. Her perversion dates back to its beginning. A start only locals would know. The perils which lurk on her streets seem like a scene from Jack the Ripper.Â
Many years ago, I moved to such a town and my family paid the ultimate price. We became a victim of crime. Even the DA seemed to take part in its decay. Since then we moved several times, and now live up north in the heart of the United States. I wish no one ever encounters the terror we experienced. And I pray, if you discover the answer to the riddle in the poem, you stay far away from the place I once called home.