Esperanza Forgotten

i hoped to see a day of great peace in the world
my name means hope, they say
but creatively swirled

i hope to hear my name
ring from the mouths of many
in hopes of fame
and nothing will become any

hope has become begotten
let this phrase ring
Esperanza Forgotten.

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