The Candles That Burned

Two candles, laced with the scent of new Carpets and men in their freshly pressed Suits, stood towering waiting to celebrate. Two flames, burning away at their very Foundation and withering away to oblivion, Danced in the crisp morning air. Two colors, black and white that carry baggage Of loath and judgement, that today joined Hands to put out the flames. Two flights, journeys that harmoniously put aside Our differences and made all men equal, that Changed the country with a single spark.