I was in a group excursion
Perhaps a group in higher education
We had a garden bbq party
We were attacked by some adolecents
Their chubby leader got in our hands
The one to accidentally kill him, was me
For days, I sneaked around class
In shame, fear; my life is over, alas?
Police all over us, quite professionally
Waking up, they had not arrived at me
I wonder, should I look at it positively,
Or just plain fearfully negatively?
Daily Observation 