Disorderly Order Poem by Hannatu Pqrs

I do not hear the wind blowing
I hope the poor have enough to eat
Because the rain seems to be going
And there are no more mudded feet

I can't tell why I'm getting shorter
Is the world a-right?
And the son is now a daughter
Surely, we must be by now a-fright!

I hear a cow cooing
Are my ears really crying?
And the Cardinal wooing
The oceans can't be drying!

And the toddler driving
Can the mountains be growing?
And the police bribing
Surely, justice must be flowing
At last!