Nobody's Listening (Moke)

Seeing an image of children together Shouting their anger, hands raised in protest I can see the resemblance of my childhood companions So hush now, do we hear their cries? There's nobody listening So don't you pretend On our road to freedom It's just round the bend A mother is wailing, she's clutching a picture A father stands proud of his heroic son Always restricted, hearts blackend with anger So hush now as innocence dies So come on, come on This can't be right Come on, come on It's a dirty fight Come one, come one Don't let go Come on, come on Seeing an image of children together Shouting their anger, hands raised in protest So hush now, do we hear their cries?