Day is done, now expel
those who answered the call to serve well –
from the bunk, from the field,
Sun has set, shadows grow
when the honest are punished and go
and commanders are forced to their shame
to list names.
While the light fades from sight,
hold their gifts — something pure, something bright:
transgender and serving and brave,
some – the grave.
One by one, harm is planned
for the vulnerable best of this land.
Lest this country grow weak –