The mood of the poet is one of?

Read the poem and answer the question

At dawn must I rise to till the rock
That our land has turned into
The land whereon 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 silos
The earth has stopped 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.

A. recklessness
B. hopelessness
C. happiness
D. loneliness

Correct Answer:

Option A – recklessness