You might want to ask him about it.
POEM BY AGS STUDENT
The following poem was written by a AGS student, but not one of those who committed suicide.
You brought us here to teach us, You said you could enrich our minds.
We came because we felt so honored, You picked us for our talent.
We came to class most faithfully, to learn and experience your vast wisdom.
We took down notes on what you said, and our minds absorbed all we could be,
But then we saw what we had gathered, and wondered how that this could be,
for established facts were proven wrong, and nothing twice was ever the same.
We went to class and were asked to stand, for our chairs, you said, did not exist.
You also said, "Stop your breathing, and prove to us you are not dead."
We went to class and stood in place, you asked us why we should be happy.
You said common sense showed we should be crying,
and our facade of happiness was only a weakness.
We went to public showings of things, that would be better off staying in private.
Death Jihads and single murders, discussion of these was heartily endorsed.
We went to lectures where we were told, there was no God and all was right.
Whatever you wanted, it was good, be it death jihads or single murder.
We also were told about our rights, and how we should defend them.
Allow the white robed and hooded figures to march,
while others denied these rights, cringe in fear.
We were told this and so much more, and many of us believed you.
And those of us who disagreed, unto us was rendered scorn and shame.
You brought us here to lie to us, You thought that you could crush our minds.
We came because we were so blind, So trusting and so naive.
But now you see, I have won, I've beaten you at your own game.
I know the gun I hold at my head is real, and I have the strength to put it down.