Pretentious Mask

A family with fragrance of a snob,

And not a Nation that unite under a flag

That piece on carousel no one claims to be his bag

Indeed we are a bunch of individuals in a mob

This title we gained who can but rob

It is a legacy of a kind we all can brag

Hearts of vanity and avarice our naming tag

Cutting roots and ties our favorite job

Yet when others cut ties, on higher pitch we lament

Melancholic gestures to pretend a victim

Know fully well before to complain of someone’s treatment

It is but a reflection of your behavior earlier;my dictum

Let us accept our own sharp scent as repellent

For our desertion and not throw a tantrum