In dreams, a silver knife can embody both positive and negative attributes. It can symbolize purification and protection, as silver is traditionally associated with repelling evil. The knife’s sharp edge can represent the ability to cut through illusions and reveal the truth.

Conversely, the silver knife can also represent betrayal and danger. Its sharp blade can be used to inflict harm, and its silver coating can suggest a false sense of security. The dream may be warning of a hidden threat or upcoming conflict. (Dream Decoder Dictionary)

Silver Dagger

The hot and steamy New York night

Is filled with wonder and delight.

So why do I detect this sense of gloom?

I trail along so silently,

As cats can crawl. And no one sees

Me on the Cherry Walk beside Grant’s Tomb.

The evil forces have no fear.

Their intentions are very clear.

“Your money or your life” is what they’ll snarl.

I watch them track their helpless prey.

It’s time to act without delay.

And when they pull their guns, they’ll hear me howl.

And I will lay my silver dagger on the line.

Exorcise their souls and hear them cryin’.

Avenging their victims left behind.

All these thoughts are boiling in my mind.

Come with me now, a fledgling day

Along the shores of Biscayne Bay

I see a black man making his way home.

He’s just ended a second shift

To feed his kids. Food’s not a gift.

“Just trying to make a living,” says the poem.

Then suddenly a group of cops 

Decide it’s time to make a stop

And pull the weary man out of his car.

He asks them “why?” They start to pound 

And then they hear the growing sound

Of witnesses outside the local bar.

Who want to lay their silver daggers on the line.

Screaming as the injustice unwinds.

Helpless, there’s no way to stop this crime.

Can’t you see they’re going out their minds?

Another day, another fall

We’re standing on the DC Mall

Enraged at all the corruption we see.

With billionaires deciding why 

The rich must live, the poor should die

Forgetting words, like “the land of the free.

“And the home of the brave” doesn’t 

Matter when dictators covet

Power. That’s their aphrodisiac. 

I tell you now it’s not too late

To overcome their rabid hate.

You know it’s time to go on the attack.

You’ve got to lay your silver daggers on the line

Rise above the evil that unwinds 

You know compassion is not a crime.

If it is then we’ve all lost our minds!