The First Letter

This is the first letter from the horse's mouth There's trouble up north, a skirmish down south The people of the east are heading out west And those without shelter are hoping for the best This is the first letter, positions have changed The opposition's HQ is now within range Cities retaken are put to the torch Snowfall in the mountains, supplies are running short This is the first letter, a motion's been passed Ceasе-fire in operation, how long can it last? Therе's nothing in the market, the embargo's enforced Except if you're shipping guns, of course This is the first letter under a daytime raid Prisoners of war are put on display Geneva convention's a lifetime away Sanctions are broken, violate the blockade