Way of kings

It is your brutal way:
Put to death without a care
so many whom you claim as subjects
Yet bend knees
for a child in your path
Your curious concern
mingling with
savage violence
which is your consistent nature

Boundlessly proud
as you of course are
You couldn't care
that you would vanish
more than fade away
in but a historic moment

For such is the way
for those who would be gods
You think your name
more eternal than
countless nameless unknowns, forgottens
Who have forever quietly loved, sacrificed --
How can you merely supreme entities compare?

You walk in an age
where mortals run
paramount