Christiania
A hippieish community
You enter through a gate
Is Christiania, to which
Some people can't relate.
Mosaic art is everywhere
And sculpture made from goods
Abandoned or discarded from
The outer neighborhoods.
A market sells necessities
For credit cards or cash
And Pusher Street (no photos, please!)
Has different strains of hash.
The residents inhabit
What began as squatters' pads
In varied styles of funky,
Though now home to moms and dads.
The lifestyle's very different
From the city* right outside
But the Christianians see what
They've built with joy and pride.
*Copenhagen
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