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