Brothers In Arms

Two young tigers stood side-by-side, Facing the world assured... With both their jaws now open wide, With pride, the tigers roared! The hunters snarled like angry kings To all in their domain, As if the rest were underlings They must remind again... They shared a sense of destiny, Born free and yet what for? To take their part in history! To fill the world with awe! To stand united, unafraid, If challenged, not to fail. Like living legends, undismayed, Determined to prevail! Like champions, to stand their ground, Defiant to the end... Two young tigers, the best around And each the other's friend... Brothers in arms and warriors, Tenacious day and night, Miraculous and glorious, Both valiant inside. Two sets of eyes, two sets of ears... Two hearts that beat as one... Their loyalty outlasts the years, Through all that must be done... Life's sometimes good, life's sometimes bad, Life's sometimes in-between... For them, the future's ironclad... If we don't intervene... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Brothers In Arms'.