The Pedigree...

Oh, so keen to attest,
And affirm suitability,
Gained from the crest,
Is all the luminosity.

A right of the selfless,
It is to eagerly suggest,
And only they can bless,
The bargain that's best.

Provenances touted,
Inheritances verified,
The barter's sprouted,
A tie for times is ossified.

Finding it all strange,
I ask facing futility - 
'But, isn't an exchange,
To be based on utility?'

The Mahatma's sandals,
A once bloodied sword,
Never to be lit candles,
What don't people hoard?

And this too is a bazaar,
Even if guardedly tacit;
So, why'd it be bizarre,
If the pick's not a fit?