Read the poem and answer the question
In front of the gate, the guard stands with his rifle,
Above, untidy clouds are carrying away the moon,
The bedbugs are swarming around like army tanks on manoeuvers
While the mosquitoes form squadrons, attacking like fighter planes.
My heart travels a thousand miles towards my native land.
My dream interwines with sadness like a stein of a thousand threads,
Innocent, I have endured a whole year in prison
Using my tears for ink, I turn my thoughts into verses.
The impression created of the persona is one of
- anger
- competitiveness
-
reconciliation
- resignation