The air, the air, the air is not pure, It is as contaminated as the sea, Not clean or breathable as you can see, Not cleaner or greener, I am sure. The air pollution rises high, Up to space through the smoky sky. The pollutants rise to the skies, As high as the hungry vulture flies. We can no longer breathe toxic air, In a future world who would care? The Marauders steal the air they find, They rob the air-tanks from the stores, Diminishing the supply as the air flows.

In a dystopian world, In the dark future of an uncertain tomorrow, When Earth is filled with ice and sorrows, Snowfall covers cities, mountains, and parks, The skies are starless and dark. No time for courage and to be bold, The cities are deserted and the air is cold. Mankind is repaying its debt, There is scarcity on the planet, Water, soil, land, air, fuels are scarce, There is nothing more and nothing less. Marauders' plunder and hoard what they steal, Everything from metal, tin, water, soil, and steel. While they scavenge the land from turret to steeple, The rebel Mavericks take it back for the people.

A hundred pure air tanks are stolen, By the Marauders who hoard the pure air, To sell back to those who have the gold, To take everything they care and hold. The Mavericks set up a special mission, To take back the air without permission. The Mavericks stop the stolen tanks, As they are transported to Marauder banks. Two marauders are shot and killed in the raid, As the mavericks retrieve the stolen tanks, To give back to the cities of the world, Fresh and clean air for the air-banks. The Mavericks always do what is right, Saving humanity from a poor and sorry plight.

There is hope when there is war, There is fear when there is peace, A tiny balance is always held, To unify both in an even blend. The sides of the battle are hard to pick, Though there are some to their choices stick, They learn the marauder and their cunning trick, To spread justice, hope, love, and peace, And the protection of the Maverick.