My Name Is Kaizen

MY NAME IS KAIZEN Bullet oiled with knowledge Hearts smitten with purpose As a thin of air, we marched into the street of kaizen The harvest is cream and green. We the labourers with our intellectual machetes, Made and manufactured by functional knowledge Battered and butchered the dreaded monster called ignorance The battle line is drawn We are drunk of knowledge With planks, nails and hammer, We nailed a coffin for ignorance The funeral of the old order The emergence of the new order At the cascade of kaizen, We drank into stupor, Stupor because we think and act outside the box; Bullying the status quo With the incisions of the God factor on our guts We danced round the camp fire of books Booking appointment with great minds For in the opening of books we discovered we have wings, To fly above illusory limitations At dawn we chart and chant lyrics of hope for mankind With the amulets of insight tied rounds our hearts; At the echoes of the night when nature Exact snoring on *****sapiens, We labourers give ourselves to improvement, For when lazy minds snore, active minds think awoh kingsley