Initial response to Will Self's story

I have decided this is too long. I shall Keep it, in case anyone's read it, but create a new, shorter entry before the May 21 deadline.

My response to http://www.minioperas.org/stories/the-death-of-a-government-inspector/ 

Overexposed
 INSPECTOR: Yesterday, along my way, 
 I met a man who would not say.
 A woman too was also dumb,
 They could not say which way I’d come.

I remember last a strange place, People vying to start the Race,
 A race I did not mean to run, I don’t recall where it begun?
 
Somewhere - yesterday? In that strange place,
 Of lust and grime and leering face,
 Everyone SHOUTED, they did not listen, 
They raged and ranted and shared a vision:

WOMAN: Misogynist bastards, they cover our face, call us “infidel – unholy race”.
They want submission, control, subjugation, ban our suffrage, democracy, anti-discrimination…
MAN: We’ve fought them over many years, our Crusaders brought them many tears.
 It’s time to resume the good, good fight, and put the heathen back to flight.

 INSPECTOR: The man I met along the way,
 I told him things I should not say,
 The woman too, said do what’s right,
 But the House of zealots, followed a different ‘light’.
 
The people answered - some of them. Mothers, students, family-men,
 But democracy had a trusted source; global allies, spies, resource.
 A curveball feeding deep, dark fears, with lies of paper thin veneer…

COMMITTEE: Did you reveal our secrets then? 
Official secrets, beyond your ken?
Challenge our why and where and when? 
Traitorous, oh, most venal of all men.

INSPECTOR: But there was nothing to justify, trigger a war of eye for eye…

COMMITTEE : You honestly thought that it could work? Our reputation could be besmirched?
 Lefties, socialists, the bleeding hearts - Against rationality, economy,  security to last!
WOMAN: Those men, in their stinking caves…
MAN: With WoMD and filled with rage…
WOMAN: They want to smother progress, they have the power!
MAN: Targeting our homes, within an hour.
COMMITTEE : We bring a rabid cur to heel,
 Before the Western World, they’ll kneel
 And grateful too, when it is done,
 They’ll realise the gifts they’ve won...
 
INSPECTOR : ...but mothers weeping, orphans crying, all about, people dying! The dead, the red, from those that bled, shot in the back while they fled…

COMMITTEE, WOMAN, MAN: Those with no vision cannot understand,
 Some things must be fought for, or we’ll be damned,
 Against tyranny, oppression we must crusade,
 We’ll overthrow governments, and countries invade,
 And nothing and no one will stand in our way,
 No more nonsense, all must obey



INSPECTOR : And then they took my mouth and ears,
 My tongue, my throat, my eyes for tears.
 Alive, I’d tried to shout my fears,
 Now I’m an echo, down the years.
 
And the man I met along the way, the woman too, they melted away.