When will it end?

Walking in Mighty Corridors and shuffling files
No life at stake and no walking miles
No nights spent in bunkers with bullets whizzing by
No son of theirs wore a uniform proudly
And put his life on the line
Young wives,  young kids
Sons gone before their parents.
Cushioned,armchair lives have no glory
Send your sons to the frontier
Tell them what pride it is to
To lay down one's life
for the motherland.
And then when you will plan you will know the value of each life,
How we spend our lives measuring each breath that we take
How we laugh in tomorrow's shadow
When you will wait for promises of returns
that he made
And wait in vain
Then when you plan and strategize
You will do with your heart
And do it knowing that a loved one
Is ready to take the bullet
And then you will do it to end this caravan
of Tricolour wrapped
Treasures
Just send your precious ones to the border
Then when you write a note
it will be different.