What Planet Is This Poem by Nick F. Hawkins

 
Is this a planet or a dogmatic
Company floating in deep space
Controlled by material reign,
Toxic rain drips down my
Window pane as I think
Of societies pain,
My heart beats in vain
As my roots revive from
My soul to my veins,
Sending signals to my Brain
To lead the masses to a
Great escape,
To disperse from the despair
That left us drowning deeper
Than the Great Lakes,
To a place with more substance
Than this floating company
In deep space