Read the poem and answer the question

Here stood our ancestral home
The crumbling wall marks the spot
Here a sheep was led to the slaughter
To appease the goods and atone
For fauilts which our destiny
Has blossomed into crimes
There my cursed father once stood
And shouted to us, his children
To come back from our play
To our evening meal and sleep.

The mood of the poem is

• A.hopeful
• B.joyful
• C.nostalgic
• D.exciting