Their Salvation

They gathered at my feet
I was their salvation
Their glorious leader
All of their virtues
Mine
They think of me as merciful
But, alas
They are wrong
I would crush them
If not for my country's praise
I am all-knowing
All-seeing
I am not compassionate
Or righteous
They are meek, timid mice
Easy to control
Even easier to take out of the picture