Age of the Overlord of Resources
Marauders and Mavericks- Episode 8
The Marauders controlled the land, From the mountains to the desert sand. Moransin was the overlord of the resources, He claimed whatever he and his men could find, In a destroyed world where things were scarce, The Marauders had trackers who could trace, The resources of the people who had almost nothing, They claimed everything from a stool to a ring.
The Mavericks were in this dystopian world, To save the survivors of the nuclear holocaust, To protect all the rare resources, they could find. In Asia, there was a stronghold of scarce resources, From food to clothes and medical supplies, Hidden away from avarice and hungry eyes.
In a dystopian world, Somewhere in the world of a forgotten 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, fuel is 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.
Moransin and his band of Marauders, Attacked the fortress in the Himalayas, They killed a number of the Mavericks, With powerful guns and laser sticks. They slaughtered a hundred survivors, They claimed the meat, the supplies, and the furs. The Marauders captured the resources stored, As the sunset came, night fell and rain poured.
This was a devastating defeat for the Mavericks, As they fought bravely with steel bows and metal sticks. A number of innocents lost their lives that day, Tears were shed, blood was spilled that day. This was the Age of the Overlord of Resources, Changing destinies, lives, and watercourses.
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.






