Read the poem and answer the question At dawn must I rise to till the rock That our land has turned into The land where on we'd gleefully harvested paddy Planted and nurtured and tended on plots marshy Our woes are bloody woes of accursed revenges Of the land spirits aggrieved and by his fellow Kindred blood has counted for less than no value Brother's wife has been wife to other brother's brother Communal loot has emptied our country silosThe earth has stooped breathing and sighed Soldered tears has the moon shed The earth was scorched at noon-day night And our land has turned to hoeing rock. The mood of the poet is one of
A. recklessness B. hopelessness C. happiness D. loneliness
