Fobold Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Fobold, food, bold, old, of, fool, fold, blood;
Don't hate your mother who gave birth to you!
Because, she took care of you,
Making you what you are today.
Your father left home when you were very young!
A baby;
And, you drunk your mother's milk,
Growing up to become who you are today.
The African child,
Under the muse of the pressures of life!
With troubles and struggles for survival;
So, there is time to think, and to thank your mother.