I wish I were painter, more like artist who shapes his imagination flowing from his brush. I know that I don't know how to paint but this never stops my perceptive canvas being played with color of my own imagination. Here is what I'd paint:
Man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains. Jean Jacques Rousseau might have forgotten about umbilical cord but I want it intact in my painting, the basic object in my painting is a new born baby with umbilical cord still attached to him.

World starts conspiring against her even before she gets to see the light. World has already decided her destiny and fate, her freedom are confined by social, economical, cultural, taboos hired by forefather and doctrine injected by social elitism. I'd paint red/orange gloomy background and some figures around the child , all figures raising their hands so as to hold the child and keep him from falling, but on closer inspection the nerves from each hands appears to fuse within body of child depicting never demystifying knots knitted by society.
I'd emphasize three figures specially. First one would be a lady beautiful by appearance but clearly visible be the ugliness, lust and emotional crisis she hives. next figure would be a middle aged man weathered from rigorous daily work, but still glowing with dreams and hopes he have towards his future. Lastly I'd paint a silhouette figure in a distant but glowing with faint blue light, emitting from his body would be the rays of light producing cracks in gloomy background revealing tranquil blue lights from some chips and cracks.
Lastly I will name this paint as "Perpetual Sin".