war on feet

I do not have a reason
I sit here in my seat
I search for deeper meaning
I declare war on my feet

I need a demonstration
Of my powers of athlete
I raise my guns and weapons
And declare war on my feet

I need to bomb and mangle
And turn them into meat
And that is what I do when
I make war upon my feet

I need to hear the hush
And the silence of defeat
When I show my greater power
And win the war upon my feet

I need to see the multitudes
On the day that they will greet
When I return in victory
From my great war on my feet