To Evoke All That Agony Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

To evoke all that agony
Inflicted to my intimates
By the chap of no knees
I frowned from the word protest,
Nevertheless a cosmopolitan
Pointed to evolutionary apotheosis
Now the brother denies me
My emancipation as he exploit
All the bloody fields we brawled for
Indeed the brawl is ceaseless,
His sacks swells on my sweat
With each day I toil
Mislaid on what to call it, the involvement
So strenuous and saps all the energies
I induce - incarcerated by my brother
Now bitter liberty is what I endure