Misanthropy

I am the one and only son
of a love that is deep inside our hearts,
but far away from home the walls feel thin,
and so the love we have, will make them thicker.

I am the one and only son
of a fear instilled in everyone's fragile mind,
but sometimes terror just isn't enough,
and that's why some shackles were made without a key. 

I am the one and only son
of a benevolence that is beyond our might,
and while stuffing our already full mouths,
in the comfort of faith, we watch the homeless starve.

I am the one and only son
of an acceptance wrapped just around the finger
that is pointing at diversity.
I indeed am the one and only son.