A friendly murder

I thought he was my friend,
I thought he was nice,
I thought he wouldn't do that,
He didn't think twice.

The way he held me by my neck,
Forced me to the ground,
Left me as a bloody body,
Which was a week later found.

The police never even suspected him,
He had no reason for hate,
They questioned my uncle, the innocent,
On where they were that date.

My uncle had no alibi,
They gave him no pity,
And there my Friend laughed,
And walked away Scot free.

So i lay under the ground,
A mangled, murdered state,
I wonder if he learnt his lesson,
A lesson learnt too late.