Who are we, but our opinions?
Ideas we carry around,
Rooted in our identities,
As irreversibly as flesh
Thus we prevent it from uprooting
Validate our beliefs,
Gently nurture the roots to grow deeper
And frown upon the acids of opposition
Which threaten to poison the identity
And send one into despair

Perhaps this dependence
Upon opinions for our identities
Is a fragile, dangerous one
For what if the opinions themselves
Are rooted in incorrect facts?
We shall always defend our identities,
No matter the circumstance,
And if opinions are ingrained in identities?
We cling on to them,
Making the consequence of opinions
Based upon unreal facts
Very, very real

Opinions are more like I-Phones than roots
You throw them away when you find a better one