I came across a bit of poetry by Emerson that is apropos to the times we find ourselves in:

Each the herald is who wrote                                                                               His rank, and quartered his own coat.                                                         There is no king nor sovereign state                                                              That can fix a hero’s rate;                                                                                  Each to all is venerable,                                                                            Cap-a-pie invulnerable,                                                                                     Until he write, where all eyes rest,                                                                 Slave or master on his breast.