My work in class:)

Another one of my poems i wrote in class..not too good though:)

The episodes of is life flashed before his eyes,
the green pastures,the warm breeze
all the sweet memories now dies.
Defeated,he is gasping for breath,down on his knees.

On the greener meadows of the hillside,
he and his friends used to laze around,
Deceived,they had no time to run and hide,
They were no longer free,their limbs tightly bound.

Seeing the blood,he lost all hope.
Submitting himself to his wretched fate
He gave up ,the pain too hard to cope.
When the knife slit his throat ,it was too late.
The unfortunate goat bled in silence.