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Hearts in Heaven Bangladesh's Cry: A Linking Pin Sonnet

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On the morning of July 21, 2025, a routine flight near Chattogram, Bangladesh, became an unspeakable tragedy. Struck by a sudden and unexplained engine failure, the aircraft crashed into a school compound filled with children beginning their day. Flames engulfed classrooms, crumbling concrete, metal, and dreams alike.

In one horrific instant, over 40 children perished, alongside school personnel and all passengers onboard. The impact shattered not only a community—but the heart of a nation. What began as a typical day ended in eternal silence.

National mourning was declared. Local rescue teams, grieving parents, and global humanitarian workers arrived at the scene, not just to sift through rubble, but to hold hearts that could no longer hold their own. The echoes of laughter once heard in those school walls were replaced with candlelight vigils, prayer calls, and an ocean of tears.

Poets, artists, and spiritual leaders from around the world joined in memorial. This sonnet stands among those tributes, offering solace through the sacred gift of words. T

Dedication: Matthew 19:14: Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belong the kingdom of heaven.”

This poem is dedicated to the innocent children, teachers, and passengers whose lives were lost in the Bangladesh airplane crash on July 21, 2025. Their memories are eternal. Their voices, though silenced, still echo in the chambers of our global conscience.

Sincerely yours,

USA Goodwill Ambassador (appointed by the 42nd President of the USA, William Jefferson Clinton), Professor Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr. (Epulaeryu Master)!

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Hearts in Heaven Bangladesh's Cry: A Linking Pin Sonnet The sky held screams—screams torn through burning blue, Blue smoke descended where small footsteps grew. Grew bright young dreams in uniforms so white, White pages turned with innocence and light. Light left the room when iron wings struck ground, Ground broke in silence, swallowing every sound. Sound echoed loud through broken bricks and flame, Flame touched the walls, but couldn't touch each name. Name after name, now whispered into prayer— Prayer rising slowly through shattered, smokey air. Air still with grief, yet winds of hope will sing— Sing songs of peace, though tragedy may sting. Sting not their souls, O Lord, who now shall fly— Fly safe in You, above the weeping sky. (c) USA Goodwill Ambassador, Professor Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr. (Epulaeryu Master). All Rights reserved, August 4, 2025.

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