RED: A Taboo Or A Colour in Myth

Red was the colour, I use to adorn 
But a sense of impurity associated with its puberty 
Make me forlorn 
I wonder how the same colour 
Exist in so many phases 
Because every coin has two side 
Or matter exists in three phases 
Was the theory engraved in my thesis 
Red is the colour of the roses 
Exchanged in the month of Feb 
Red is the periodic discharge 
From a women vagina every month 
Vermilion, the red shade regarded as a symbol of good luck for married women 
Turn into a desolate dream for the ladies 
Concentrated in the brothel street 
Red is the blood exchanged in the hospital bed 
To save someone's life 
Turn into a pool of vengeance in every religious fight 
It is the symbol of power and prestige 
Shining in the bureaucracy officialdom 
But a sense of fear when an ambulance runs in the silent dawn 
The colour so pure 
Yet impure in human eye 
That we clinch the boy fenced in clot 
During his first appearance 
But depart the girl dripped in pool of blood by ravisher daemon 
Time has changed and 
We have moved forward 
But the stigma related to the red is still awkward 
Red is just a colour without humiliation 
Leave it as a shade without pigmentation