Faiz had said this in a different age and for a different country but it still rings as true and is contextual to our circumstances as all great poetry is:

Nisaar main teri galiyon ke aye watan ke jahan
Chali hai rasm ke koi na sar utha ke chale
Jo koi chahne wala tawaaf ko nikle
Nazar chura ke chale; jismo-jan bacha ke chale

(My salutations to thy sacred streets, O beloved nation!

Where a tradition has been invented

That none shall walk with his head held high

If at all one takes a walk, a pilgrimage

One must walk, eyes lowered, the body crouched in fear)