American Irish Scapegoat

I keep wanting and desire all the same My own blood to allow me to belong I did not ask , it was God whom placed me here No matter what I do you refuse to let me near I search within to try and give reason at the end of all there is nothing left but treason I am one of you, one of our tribe Grand parents and Parents now gone you don't need a reason You have aborted my very existence Yet call me to remind , I do believe you have enjoyed casting me aside. I am here , I exist , Murray a strong name , my birth you can not claim