One must always choose to die empty

While addressing a trade meeting,

d' director asked d' skilled audience

Where is d' richest land in d' world?

reply, putting in your common sense

One from the assembly answered,

It ought to be the oil-rich Gulf states

No, it's d' Diamond mines in Africa,

another guy added with confidence

Millions of barrels, Saudi Arab ships,

world's consistently top oil exporter

spawns wealth, impacts d' economy,

their land, d' richest, what's so over

The world's largest diamond mine,

"D Big Hole", visible from the space

South Africa's bumper jewel fields,

boast being way ahead in the race

No oil-wells, nor the diamond mines,

only a common customary cemetery

at 1st glance a routine burial ground,

but incredibly rich, toss out all theory

Then d' director assured emphatically,

it might be a matter of understanding

of course, an affluent land in d' world,

if one duly analyzes and deeply thinks

Millions have departed from d' Earth,

carried valuable ideas in their mind

it never came to light nor benefited,

any individual or whole of mankind

All those with their precious minds,

were inhumed in those cemeteries

d' fertile brains did d' soil ultra-rich,

worthy for d' last so many centuries

D' genius to be genuinely motivated,

to pour out their ideas, the potential

to turn into things useful for society,

before it's late and taken for a burial

Not go to the grave and carry within,

all d' talent, all d' best, they possess

needn't be grabby, achieved enough,

die empty of all d' atoms of goodness

Think of the subsequent generations,

d' developing kids in the community

they must love, share, and distribute,

to turn them useful, their crucial duty

As any colorful idea brews inside you,

grant its flavor to percolate in the city

the humanity has d' right to rejoice it,

one must always choose to die empty