waka waka, eh eh

“You grow a little, I’ll shrink a little, we’ll meet each other half way.”
I guess it’s safe to say,
I’m falling a little bit in love with you every day...

now for some literary attempts:

Just as my numb thumbs fumble the trigger,
I looked into his eyes, that beige-clad digger,
A jarring revelation: he’s just like me.
Both born under the same ebony sky,
Separated only by churning sea,
And I wondered, would his mother weep?
Would his father say, ‘he did me proud’?
Temporarily disengaged, I watch,
As his wasted blood seeps into the ungrateful ground,
And the metallic call of aberrant birds,
A disrespectful sound,
Is it wrong that I long for a funeral song,
For my brother Abel’s unjust end?
Is it right to continue to fight,
continually murdering friends?

i'd like Jo March's writing cap right about soonish, thanks.