The red ribbon is an international symbol of AIDS Awareness.
It is worn by people all over the world, from all walks of life, to demonstrate care and concern about HIV/AIDS. A symbol to remind us all of the need for support and prevention. It is worn in memory of those who have lost their lives to AIDS, and in support of those living with or affected by HIV/AIDS.
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As PLN is primarily situated in Prince George, we acknowledge the unceded territories of the Lheidli T’enneh First Nation. Thank you to the Carrier/Dakelh peoples for having us as guests in their traditional territory.
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Born into a world full of pain, hatred & violence, I have the mind, body & spirit of a warrior, but the wantings of a suckling babe
Voices I hear in the wind whose words I do not catch, the mysterious knowledge to be shared, Grandfather where are you now, for the old ones spoke but I did not listen, now my bow is broken and my arrow is bent
Where are the days of childhood happiness & care free wonderment, where has the buffalo gone? Grandmother take me into your arms & show me life again for my feather has fallen & all seems like it is lost
My cry is one but many waiting to be heard, to climb the eagles back to sing songs of glory for this I can only hope, I walk the shadow of the wolf sharing his loneliness & sorrow
Great wonders we have seen together but we are always hiding in shadows, I drink the air & the earth tasting a bitterness on my tongue
My feather is lost
Mother sing me a song of the days of old
Father build me a fire for my soul has grown cold
Richard Starr/December 1995