To Yusuf Dikeç

Turkish champion, with a steady aim
Breaking records, that's Dikeç's game
From Rena to Bangkok
Medals he'd claim
A sharpshooter's rise to Olympic fame
Casual champion, one hand in his pocket
Glasses on, no fancy gear in sight
Dikeç's the name, precision's his rocket
From Istanbul to Paris, he'll shine bright
Twenty-five meters or ten, he's ace
World records fall, can't keep his pace
Osijek saw gold, not once but twice
Silver and bronze, he's paid the price
Casual champion, one hand in his pocket
Glasses on, no fancy gear in sight
Dikeç's the name, precision's his rocket
From Istanbul to Paris, he'll shine bright

Air pistol, center-fire, he's mastered them all
National hero, standing proud and tall
With Şevval beside him, silver they'd take
A viral sensation, for all our sake
No bulky ear guards or high-tech goggles
Just talent and focus, that's how he toggles
T-shirt and jeans, a casual vibe
But when he shoots, you can't help but jibe
Casual champion, one hand in his pocket
Glasses on, no fancy gear in sight
Dikeç's the name, precision's his rocket
From Istanbul to Paris, he'll shine bright
Yusuf Dikeç, a legend in his time
Inspiring millions, one shot at a time
Casual in style, but serious in game
Forever etched in the hall of fame