There is another.

Dylan Thomas once wrote:
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon do I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for Michael Fowke,
his arms wrapped Round the griefs of the ages
Who pays no praise or wages
Nor heeds my craft or art.

And this has been no more apt than today. When Michael said unto his followers "What needs a banker apologise to a politician? What needs a farmer apologize to the lowly weed? The Majestic Eagle to the lowly worm?"