They'll neither die
Nor will they starve.
The raids will soon be mob
Then angry horde.
Though we outnumber them
They'll wipe us out.
The last who spoke
Brought grudging, grim accord.
The Amwell Man it was.
We've tried to reach
The Generals in vain.
It seems all reasonable men
Are here or dead.
And yet the only way
For free secure survival
Is one nation.
But how to reckon
With an armed and ready rival?!
Confrontation.
This brought pandemonium.
No! Not another civil war like ours-
Vietnam! Korea!
Shouting, grumbling-
Richard waited out the uproar
Then outlined his idea.