K's Magic

This poem is an ode to my organisation which also doubles up as my bread and butter and a home away from home !!!

Kolor me red and Keep me in your eyes
I am The magical K and cynosure of all eyes

Surging ahead with a speed so fast
I reached the top and intend to stay on the mast

That my glory has oft been spoken about
Here I am yet again the talk of the town

Though wielding a considerable clout
I am a humble and modest scout

Hiring and Firing was never my cup of tea
Retaining the best has been my forte

Rendering a swarthy look for my friendly rivals !
I overlook the minute and insignificant trivials

A glory's story repeatedly written by the Keanites
They made me and I maketh the dynamites

Let us come and bask in the magical limelight
Revel in K's magic and strive to make it more bright