For Lori Kaye and Riley Howell I sing in praise of Lori Gilbert Kaye. When racist hatred paid a deadly call On Congregation Chabad of Poway, She stood and “took a bullet for us all.” I sing of Riley Howell of UNC. “He knew” exactly “what he had to do,” And died while giving hell the third degree; A brave and selfless, one-man wrecking crew. Yet even as I sing their praise, I grieve The loss of lives far nobler than my own; Whose tragic deaths inspire me to believe That evil can, by love, be overthrown. They freely gave all that they had to give, And died so folks like me and you can live. James A. Tweedie is a recently retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He likes to walk on the beach with his wife. He has written and self-published four novels and a collection of short stories. He has several hundred unpublished poems tucked away in drawers.