Didn't the Moody Blues come from Birmingham where all good people come from?

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cos when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed.

Seems like things haven't changed much from when those lyrics were written and now.