Dear father,
hope all is well
and love to mother too.
You know where I am,
it’s not of my choosing,
and in this game of chess
one check will surely follow.
I check that you are alive
and we will be tommorow.
All these mates
to keep from harm,
maybe that’s the only move
we can make.
We’re black, they’re white
or perhaps
it’s the other way around,
all pawns look the same
in war.
Your loving son, peace.
