Tell them you follow Musa.
That we must walk through the valley of the shadow of death before reaching Tuwa.
Ever since the mother of Musa casted her baby down the river,
He’s been wading in the water.

Wade in the water
Wade in the water
Children wade, in the water
God’s gonna trouble the water

Did he not meet his share of troubles,
Struck a deadly blow and fled as a rebel
In Midian he fulfilled Muhammad’s call
“Treat your women well:” liberation for all

Who’s that young girl dressed in red
Wade in the water
Must be the children Moses led.

Those who play kickball with teargas & guzzle lead
Will run to the fire in the valley up ahead
“Indeed I have perceived a fire,” Musa said.
Returning with dhikr, sustenance for hearts dead.

Children who will trade the rage within that they carry
For a light set ablaze: a lasting remedy.
Allah has freed Ibrahim of idolatry
Will his children not destroy the idol of White Supremacy?

Musa knows that each wave of the Ocean born
Heralds of Ar Rahman summoning us Home
As did the son of Ibrahim, to Tuwa we march on
The father of nations said, “death to Babylon.”

Ali is our Imam and futuwwa is his way
May our wading pull us to Tuwa with each and every sway
Where we will be engulfed in the Divine Flood.
Drowned in the Hadra (presence) of God.

About the author: Amadu Kunateh graduated from Dartmouth College with a BA in Black Studies. He is currently pursuing a Master’s in Theology at Harvard University. He is interested in philosophy.